I've decided to go for a chapter length closer to the early chapters of this story, to add detail.
For anyone who may be interested, I've added a gallery in the forum for those who wish to see what Charlotte looks like, just search for "becoming Charlotte" on the forum gallery page.
I’m stirred from my slumber by the repeated movement of somebody fidgeting in the bed, I open my eyes groggily to see Sally squirming opposite me, a fed up look on her face.
“What’s up, Sal?” I ask, my voice filled with sleep. As my mind wakes I smile inwardly, feeling Andy’s morning erection throbbing between my ass cheeks.
“Urgh!” She responds in frustration, still fidgeting about. “Josh has morning glory and it’s poking me.”
“So? It’s not like he hasn’t had it before, you’ve mentioned it enough times. Make the most of it.” I huff, gently rubbing my crack along Andy’s manhood, his hand twitching involuntarily on my stomach.
Charlotte/Charley here once again to tell the next part in my tale of living life as a woman after being forced to swap genders by an experimental serum. I have to admit that tasting a woman’s body as a woman and being double penetrated for the first time was definitely an interesting (and amazing) experience.
“What do you mean, make the most of it?” She looks at me with confusion “it keeps waking me up in the morning!”
“Seriously Sal, are you ok? You seem odd today, you’ve never said his morning wood bothered you before.”
“Uuuuuurgh! I think so, I feel really irritable though.” She whines, rocking the bed as she shifts about. “Why? Why do they get hard like this? He’s not even awake!”
“Sal... (she keeps squirming, huffing) Sal... (more squirming, making the bed shake) Sal, chill!” I snap a little. “It just happens, they can’t control it.”
“So what am I supposed to do then?” she snaps back, annoyed.
“Put it to good use,” I tell her as I reach back and slip Andy’s cockhead into my waiting hole, sliding back and taking it all in. “Andy’s is inside me.”
“You’re fucking him in his sleep?” she looks shocked.
“Umhum!” I nod, starting to move on his shaft.
“Isn’t that a bit wrong, even if he is your boyfriend?”
“We made an agreement. Uuhhhhhhhh! Whomever wakes first can do it if they want. Give it a try.”
I watch her face as she reluctantly guides Josh’s manhood inside herself, a sudden pleasured gasp accompanies her movements as it slides in. She looks at me curiously. “It’s feels harder than usual.”
“The first one of the day usually is,” I tell her as I rock my hips, the two of us soon moving in unison as we fuck our men. “His load will be bigger too, Andy’s always spills out.”
We join hands, lacing our fingers as we face each other, both gasping with the bliss of their cocks stretching us.
“Has he ever finished before waking up?” she pants, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged.
“Once,” I groan, the illicitness of our actions heightening the excitement. “but we hadn’t had chance to do anything before going to sleep.”
Sally starts to squeak in that cute way I’ve recently discovered, her orgasm drawing near. “What if I cum before he wakes?”
“Up to you, I normally carry on.”
I feel her fingers tighten on mine, twitches racking her body, her movement becoming more urgent. “Oh, fuck! Charley I'm gonna...” she squeals loudly as she cums, convulsing as bliss washes over her in increasing waves, the noise waking the boys suddenly.
“Morning Gorgeous.” Andy murmurs, leaning round to kiss my cheek before thrusting in time with my movements.
“I could get used to this!” Josh exclaims as Sally jerks and convulses on his dick, I can only imagine what her internal walls are doing to his shaft.
As Sally comes down it’s my turn to climax, Andy swiftly pushing me to my first release, holding me tight as I spasm, scream and my pussy plays a symphony around his cock. Sally resumes fucking Josh, shoving back on his manhood as he starts to pump her. The boys bring us both to a second, exquisite orgasm before filling us with their loads, as usual Andy’s leaks from me as my womb overflows. We bask in the afterglow for a while, both of them asking questions about the various times and ways Andy and I have started our days in this manner. Andy then brings me to two more releases, fucking me in the missionary position in bed whilst Josh and Sally take a shower together, bringing me to my fifth against the tiled wall when we have one.
Deciding to go out for breakfast, I drive us to a nearby gastro pub, happy to see that Sally and Josh are back to their old selves, acting like teenagers in love on the back seat and I wonder if it was our lesbian display, the foursome or this morning’s wake up sex that has brought about this change, my pussy and ass twitching at the memory, a happy hope that we may repeat last night at some point in the future fills me (I’ll say now, we never do. You’ll find out why in a later chapter).
During breakfast Sally and I sit opposite the boys, teasing them by switching between feeding each other and eating our own food seductively whilst rubbing their bulges with our bare feet under the table, both giggling at their strained attempts to hide their arousal.
“So I’ll meet you at the institute at 1.” I say to Sally as I drive them back home.
“The institute? I thought you had the day off, babe.” Josh says to her, looking confused.
“I have an appointment with the medical team to find out if I’m pregnant once and for all.” The tension in the car suddenly increases exponentially and she sighs, gazing out of the window to avoid looking at him. He nods and looks out of his own window, his face blank and emotionless. I sigh inwardly, my imagination seeing a nearly invisible wall appear between them.
“You could get lucky, it could just be a scare.” I try to lighten the mood but it doesn’t work, both of them responding with a barely audible “Yeah”. The rest of the drive goes in silence, Sally giving me a simple “Thanks” before walking into their place, Josh following looking like a naughty boy who’s just been told off.
“Hey, you tried.” Andy tells me reassuringly, placing his hand on my thigh.
“I know.” I say simply, watching them walk through the front door before driving back home, my thoughts filled with dread that our best friends were about to break up, ending a beautiful relationship that Andy and I had a hand in creating.
Back at the house, he tries to seduce me but, for once, I’m not in the mood so he elects to just hold me whilst I run through my thoughts and feelings on the situation.
“She’s so scared of losing him.” I mutter, my head resting on Andy’s chest as he plays with my hair, twisting the long locks around his fingers by twirling them, knowing it helps me relax. “He won’t even talk about it.”
“It’s because he’s scared,” Andy begins, “becoming a father is a big step.”
“I do have some experience in that field, remember?” I chuckle, thinking back to how Leon felt when Mae’s mother told him they were expecting. To be honest he almost literally shit himself it was such a shock. “They weren’t ready either, they even considered an abortion.”
“What changed their minds?” he asks, understanding and appreciating why I prefer to talk about my former self as a different person.
“First scan they saw her heart beating, they couldn’t get rid of her then, it felt like murder.”
“Can I ask you something, about your old life? “
“Of course you can, though I love how you still ask permission after all this time.”
“How did it feel? Seeing your own child on that screen. Were you scared?”
“No, not scared... I guess you could define it as true ‘love at first sight’. All you want to do is hold them, protect them, nurture them... it’s funny because according to society men aren’t supposed to feel that way. I wonder if I’ll feel the same when I’m the one doing the carrying... Will I feel those things more, less or something different entirely?”
“All in due time.” He chuckles, kissing the top of my head, making me feel happy and content. We stay there talking for the next hour, Andy tentatively asking questions about the pregnancy, birth, aftermath, etc. I happily answer each one, telling him my thoughts and feelings in detail, including the event that led her to live with my parents and those that caused her to cut ties with her mother. Eventually he runs out of questions, I look at the clock and realise there’s still two hours until I meet Sally. Now much more relaxed, I feel a familiar tingle and I get up, offering my hand to Andy. “Shower?” I ask with a wink to which he nods hungrily in agreement.
Slipping into the cubicle I turn on the water and adjust the temperature as Andy strips off. One thing I’ve come to love in my new body is how quickly I can undress, a quick zip, a push and I’m buck naked, especially when I’m only wearing a dress and a thong. It means that not only can I tease my man, distracting him with sexy dancing, poses or teasing glimpses of my holes when I pick up my clothes from the floor, but I can set the warmth to my desired level as Andy tends to make the water a little hot for my liking. He soon joins me, his hands snaking around my waist and teasing up to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them, making me lean back into him, his hardening cock poking me as he tweaks and pinches my nipples, the feeling is electric, a moan escaping my lips. Whenever he does this, I try to act nonchalant, just to try and tease, but it never works as he knows just the right places and touches that drive me wild.
It doesn’t take long before I reach the point that I can’t take the teasing anymore and I turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, moaning into his mouth as his hands walk their way down my back and squeeze my ass cheeks, pulling me closer and grinding my mound against his throbbing member. We kiss for what feels like an eternity, I follow him as he leans down and I raise my leg a little, so he can slide his hand behind my ass and slip two of his fingers into my soaking wet pussy, I break the kiss, gasping in pleasure. Leaning my chin over his shoulder I pant as he increases the tempo, pumping my tight hole with his digits, my juices and the river of water running down between my legs making sloppy, slapping noises as my body starts to tremble.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn!” I gasp into his ear as he fingers me beautifully, my breath shaky, my nipples hard as bullets and legs growing weaker as my release nears, his breathing ragged with effort.
“Cum for me, you dirty girl!” he growls “Cum all over my fingers!” he pumps me harder, slipping his thumb into my ass as his rapidly moving hand fucks me to heaven. I wail with each thrust of his fingers, holding him tightly as my legs feel like they’re about to give way, my fingernails digging into his flesh. If its hurting him, he makes no sign, his digits a blur as he force fingers me closer and closer to my blissful peak.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I pant heavily, pre-orgasm spasms making me shiver and twitch. “Andy... I’m gonna... gonna... gon... UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRGGGGH!... GON-NA! AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!” my scream echoes around the shower as I explode, my mind blanking as Andy clutches my convulsing body with his free hand whilst finger fucking me through my climax, just managing to keep going with the violent movements of my body.
“AAAAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAAAH! AH! AH! ANDY! PLEASE! I CAN’T... CAN’T... CAN’T... TAKE ANY... ANYMOOOOOORE!” I plead as I explode again, my legs completely give out and I pull him with me to the tiled floor, gasping and panting heavily. He withdraws his fingers, holding me close whilst I jerk and spasm, the power of my release immeasurable.
“Holy... fuck!... that...was... amazing!” I pant as I come down, aftershocks jerking my body. Andy helps me up, I wobble a little, my strength slowly returning. He watches as I lean back against the wall, my eyes closed as my breath returns, breasts heaving as the water soothes me. As I recover so does my desire, beckoning Andy towards me, hooking my left arm under my knee and raising my leg, giving him access. Gripping his hard cock, I guide him to my sweet spot and slip the head inside me.
“Fuck me!” I breathe, pulling him closer with my free arm around his waist, his shaft sliding smoothly into my waiting tunnel, gazing deeply into his eyes and gasping as he starts to thrust, building to a steady rhythm. He leans in and kisses my neck, sucking hard and giving me a love bite, grunting with pleasure and exertion as he pushes us both towards release. I lean my head back, blissful waves washing over my body as he pumps me, the spray hitting my breasts and nipples adding to the sensation and driving me crazy.
“Yes! Right there! Oh god yes! Andyyy!” I gasp and moan, my climax drawing near making my toes clench and my body shake. “Andy! I’m going to... to... t... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” is scream again, the exquisite bliss of my orgasm smashing over me, I bury my head into his shoulder as I scream louder, my quivering walls pushing Andy over the edge and making him fill me with his hot seed, still thrusting as it leaks from between us and runs down my thigh. With a final groan he shoots the last of his cum inside me before pulling out slowly, I drop my leg and we hold each other tight as our bodies quiver with the afterglow.
“I really need to get ready,” I pout, wishing we had time for another go. We wash each other, teasing as usual, with Andy making me wish I could stay but I can’t let Sally down, it was too important to her. Drying and dressing quickly, adding a little make up and putting on some strappy sandals to match the light summer dress (I have to admit, I’m very much a ‘girlie’ girl), I kiss Andy lightly, telling him I’ll be back in a while before driving to a carpark adjacent to the institute and briskly walking to the front gate, Sally looking at her watch and tapping her foot in an “in joke” between us.
“2 minutes to spare,” she quips “You’re improving.”
“Your appointment isn’t for half an hour!” I scoff in jest, hugging her and feeling her tremble with nerves. I look at her, concerned. “You ok?”
“No, not really,” she admits, sadly, her eyes dropping to look at the floor. “this could be the end for Josh and I.”
“He’s that against it?”
“He hasn’t said anything...” she looks at me forlornly. “but it’s my guess.”
“So he hasn’t actually said he doesn’t want kids?”
“No, not really. We did discuss the future a while back and he said ‘Not now, later’. When I brought it up.”
“To discussing or having?”
“Having. Can we go in? I want to get it over.”
“Sure.” I gently hold her hand as we head to the guard box, giving it a reassuring squeeze. A familiar face appears from the doorway, it’s Dave (for those who have forgotten/not read chapter 2, my saviour after I was raped).
“Charley! Long time no see!” he beams, leaning in for a hug.
I give him a good squish and a peck on the cheek. “Dave! How’s things?”
“Quiet of late, especially since you left. No offence!” he replies, laughing.
“Want me to get drunk and go on a nude rampage? For old times sake.” I joke, smiling at him with mirth.
“You know the boys still talk about that. Mind, most of them saw you at one time or another. The newbies don’t believe them!”
“That someone this company turned from a man to a woman, by accident, would get naked and trash the place?!” I laugh, blushing profusely. “Sure you don’t want me to repeat it, just once?”
“Thanks but you’re already a legend around here. Besides, I don’t think some of them could take the shock, they’re getting very young these days.”
“Are you saying I’m ugly?” I pout with mock annoyance, playing him up.
“Exactly the opposite,” he grins “their hearts couldn’t take seeing something THAT sexy!”
I punch him playfully in the arm. “You’re happily married, remember?”
“Maybe not THAT happily.” He winks in jest.
“Charley, can we, you know...?” Sally tugs at my hand, making me remember why we’re here and feel a little guilty.
“Sure. Sorry Sal. Catch you later, Dave.” I give him a little wave as we walk towards the entrance, he waves back and disappears into the guardhouse.
The appointment goes well, the doctor relieving Sally’s fears by confirming that she’s not pregnant just overly stressed. He gives her some pills to help with her anxiety and advises her to take some time off, giving her a note for HR. We decide to get a late lunch after organising a break, giving the note to Sally’s boss and bump into some of the girls in the dining room, sitting with them and catching up on the latest gossip.
“So Janice really is leaving?” Jen (a burly brunette girl with thick glasses, happily married with two near teenage kids) asks, leaning in conspiratorially.
“Yeah, she’s transferring to the new institute up north. I reckon she’s trying to force the pervert (Bridge) to raise his kid.” Josie (a young blonde, fairly new when I left but not new enough to be unaware of Mr Bridge and his reputation) responds eagerly.
“Didn’t his ex take him for everything?” Sue (the den mother of the group, a 40 something greying woman with a figure to die for) interjects, taking a sip of her cappuccino.
“And then some,” Sally states with a grin. “Rumour has it she gets 70 percent of his paycheck, no more fancy cars and loose women for him!”
“So, Charley, what’s new with you? You’re positively glowing!” Sue turns to me, looking over the top of her mug.
“That’s probably because she’s had more cock in the last few days than most hookers get in a year!” Sally jumps in, making Sue spit out her drink in shock.
“Sally, hush!” I say indignantly, my cheeks turning bright red. The girls laugh before looking to me for confirmation. “Yes, Andy’s back from basic and yes, we’ve been rather active in the bedroom.”
“and the shower, dining room, lounge, garden... didn’t I hear something about your car too?” Sally teases me mercilessly.
“Yeah, on the back seat, where a certain person and her boyfriend were sat earlier today.” I fire back with a mischievous grin.
“You just reminded me,” Sally starts, getting up. “I’d better call him and tell him the news.” She heads to the payphone in the corner to phone Josh.
“How is Andy?” Josie asks (she had a soft spot for him and was disappointed at first when we got together).
“Horny.” I quip, making them laugh again. “He’s good, except for how things are with his mom.”
“I heard things weren’t well between them when he left.” Sue states. “there’s no improvement?”
I go into a slightly shortened version of Andy’s tale from when he went to see her, sparing no blushes regarding what she said to him or about me, barely managing to stop myself from breaking down crying. The girls look disgusted, gasping at some of the nastier insults and insinuations.
“I would need a stiff drink if I heard things like that said about me!” Jen remarks, the other girls nodding in agreement. “How did you cope with that?”
“I nearly didn’t,” I admit solemnly, looking down at my coffee, holding back a tear “but I decided to stay strong for Andy’s sake. I didn’t want him to make things worse by arguing with her to defend me, so I just told him I had accepted that not everyone is going to like me and left it at that.”
“That must have taken a lot.” Josie says, reaching over to squeeze my hand affectionately, almost breaking my resolve. “You’re a stronger woman than I am.”
“Thanks.” I breathe deeply, calming myself. One thing that helps greatly is that I know I can tell these ladies absolutely anything, they were the ones who helped and defended me during the dark times of my forced “transition”. My first group of girlfriends.
Sally returns and sits down looking rather perplexed, staring at her flat white like it’s a tap-dancing mongoose.
“Everything OK, Sal?” I ask, snapping her back to reality. “How did he take it?”
“Yeah, um, he was happy, I guess.” She stammers in response. “He, uh, he apologised about 20 times for being an ass about it.” Giving a nervous giggle.
“You don’t seem too sure.” Jen points out, taking a sip of her own drink.
“Glad I'm not the only one,” Josie chips in “c’mon Sal, what really happened?”
“Honestly, he was happy,” Sally insists firmly. “it was just his tone... he seemed a little... well, disappointed.”
“Maybe he was beginning to warm to the idea,” I say with hope “men can be like that.”
“She’s right, you know.” Sue adds with confidence. “and she should know, she used to be one, remember?”
“Anyway, he’s taking me out tonight to make it up to me.” Sally confesses with a sly smile. “I MAY let him get some afterwards.”
“At least 5 orgasms before you’ll even touch him,” I say cheekily “that would be my demand.” The girls laugh and add their own ‘demands’ until we’re giggling like schoolgirls.
I give Andy a quick call, telling him the news and that I'm going with Sally to choose a new dress for her and Josh’s date tonight, he throws me for six by asking if I’ve ever flown before (I had when I was 14 for a trip to Egypt with my high school as Leon but not since), just saying it’s for a surprise and I’ll find out when I get home.
We head to a very expensive boutique where I’ve bought a number of my most elegant and favourite dresses, so often in fact, that I’m on first name terms with the owner, Amanda. She greets us and leads us to some new acquisitions that have just come in, especially a red satin 50s style gown, knowing its one of my favourite eras. I try on one in my size, twirling and swishing the skirts as I look at myself in the full length mirror, the decision to buy it made in less than 10 seconds. Sally finds an elegant, tie behind the neck, form fitting purple silk dress, adorned with tiny purple sapphires in the shape of a rose on the upper left chest and a small oval gap in the middle of the chest to show a little cleavage. She swoons and giggles as she checks her reflection.
“It’s exquisite!” she beams, making various poses. “shame I can’t afford it.”
“You don’t have to.” I reply with a grin.
“Oh Charley, you can’t! It’s not fair!” she protests.
“Yes I can. I get more than enough interest on the compensation from Knightsbridge to live on three times over (most of it I donate to local animal sanctuaries and rehoming centres) and the monthly allowance is paid into a fund for Mae when she’s older as I don’t need it, I have plenty to splurge if I so wish. I want to treat my best friend and I’m going to.” I say stubbornly. “Besides, it’ll drive Josh crazy.”
“Thank you, Charley.” She hugs me tight.
“Not too hard, dear. You’ll crumple the dress.” I tell her, returning the hug and whispering “Don’t wear a bra, your nipples will push him over the edge.”
We laugh and choose some accessories for our new dresses, I drop her home, looking far happier than she had this morning before driving back to the house, placing my new acquisitions carefully in their bag on one of the armchairs, kicking off my sandals and cuddling up to Andy on the sofa (after a big kiss of course).
“So what’s the surprise?” I ask him, snuggling my head on his chest.
“Have you ever heard of Loch Morlich?”
“That’s in Scotland isn’t it?”
“Yeah, in Cairngorms National Park, it’s a beautiful place surrounded by Scots Pines and completely secluded.”
I chuckle. “You sound like a brochure. What about it?”
“We’re going there next week, I found a lonely cabin for hire, it’s well off the beaten track. No-one but us for miles.”
Normally a rash decision like this without consultation would annoy me, but this time I know why. “You want us to be alone for a while.” I state matter-of-factly.
“Do you mind?” He asks honestly “We’re booked up all this week with friends and family, I just wanted some time with no distractions.”
“It’s perfect.” I lean up and kiss him. “I’ll have to choose some appropriate outfits.”
“You won’t need any, it’s THAT secluded.”
“In for a little naturism are we?” I giggle mischievously “or not planning on leaving the bedroom?”
“As much as I’d love the latter, it’s too beautiful a place to not make love to you all over.”
“Mmmmmmm, sex in the wild... what more could a girl ask for? But why fly? It would only take a few hours to drive there.”
“I want to join the mile high club.” He says with a cheeky grin.
I won’t bore you with the details of the rest of that week. Besides a lot of sex similar to what I’ve already described (just Andy and I. Well, there is one interesting incident but we’ll get to that), we go to a barbecue at Lynne and Joe’s, lunch with Sally (who finally got her period, the day after the date where she made him make her orgasm 4 times before she would touch him, you go girl!) and Josh, on Sunday we have dinner at my parent’s, which goes well despite the fact I have to keep reminding my mother that Andy is fully aware of who/what I was/am and she doesn’t need to adapt funny stories from my childhood, though she insists on doing so.
On Friday (before Sunday dinner) we go to a party at Steve and Amy’s, a party at which I discover something about them that has been completely hidden for the last 8 years as Leon (I/he had known Amy for 15 years and Steve for 25). You see, the thing is they’re exhibitionists, something Leon missed out on because he would always have Mae with him and, well, that kind of thing isn’t good when there’s a child present.
It’s about 11.30pm when my revelation comes, most of the other attendees have gone home and only the three childless couples in the group are left, Andy and I, Steve and Amy, Mike and Helen. We’re sat on the three big sofas in their large lounge, sipping spirits, reminiscing with old stories about Leon (I have to admit I did pretty well covering my old identity, managing to rectify any slip ups by saying that he had a way of telling stories that made you feel like you were there) and feeling rather merry. That’s when Steve turns to Amy and nods at Andy and I.
“Think we should initiate them?” he says with a sly grin, Amy nods in agreement. “Go and get the dice, babe.”
“Dice?” I ask Steve as Amy walks past, headed for their bedroom, sharing a curious look with Andy.
“OH yes! The dice!” Mike claps his hands in joy a little over enthusiastically, Helen has to tell him to calm down.
“What dice?” I enquire, intrigued by Mike’s apparent anticipation.
“These dice.” Amy returns and drops two large dice into my hand, you know the type, “adult” dice, one covered in words like “lick”, “suck”, “kiss”, etc. The other has various body parts written on it’s sides. I look between the dice and Andy, both of us looking bemused.
“It’s ok, we only do things with our own partners,” Amy tells us “but we all get to watch. If you’re ok with that?”
“What do you think, babe?” I look Andy in the eyes. “Have some fun?”
He sits for a minute mulling it over, taking the dice from my hand and examining them intricately, the wait is agonising. “Okay.” He says eventually. “What are the rules?”
Steve and Mike both cheer loudly with alcohol fuelled bravado. I notice them running their eyes over my body, blushing a little with embarrassment.
“You boys!” Amy jests in the kind of tone you’d use with a pair of randy teenagers. “Sorry Charley, these two have wanted to see you naked since they first set eyes on you.” I blush profusely, my cheeks turning bright red and, I will admit, a tingle of excitement from my crotch. I sip my whiskey to hide my naughty smile.
“Just as much as Amy and I have Andy!” Helen blurts out, now its Andy’s turn to blush.
“OK, so... the rules,” Helen continues, Andy and I listening closely. “kissing on the mouth is 30 seconds, we found it got a bit boring if it was longer. Anything to do with fingers and toes is a minute. The really interesting stuff is 2 minutes. We go in a clockwise direction between the couples, clothing is optional but we usually get naked. Any questions?”
“Who starts?” Steve pipes up, a hopeful glint in his eyes as he looks at me. I know some people would be repulsed by a friend wanting to see them doing sexual stuff in the nude but, like I said earlier, I’ve known this guy for years and he never crosses someone’s boundaries and, truth be told, I’d actually be more offended if he didn’t want to see me naked considering people keep telling me how hot I am. I don’t know why but I grab the dice from Andy’s hand and declare “newbies first”. The boys pump their fists in victory, the girls staring at his crotch and biting their lips, eager to see if what I’ve told them about him, when the subject of sex came up in our conversations, is true.
I roll the dice onto the coffee table, predictably they land on “Kiss” and “lips”, an obvious look of disappointment on the boys faces, the girls too but theirs is more subtle. We kiss whilst Amy times us, the thirty seconds seem to pass very slowly (not that I minded), both of us nervous like teenagers kissing for the first time.
Mike picks up the dice as Amy slides the stopwatch toward me, they land on “Suck” and “toes” Mike groaning and declaring that there’s no way Helen is going near his cheesy digits.
I suppose I should briefly describe our companions, Mike is what you would call a “cuddly bear” type, large in both body and personality, with black hair and a short beard. Helen is a lot like me, redhead, curves in all the right places just 5 pounds heavier and a few centimetres shorter. They make an odd couple but if you saw them together you’d understand.
Steve is a lean, tall guy over 6 feet, with short blonde hair, in personality he’s a lot like the late Rik Mayall and good fun to be around. Amy is a little shorter and about a stone heavier than me but still curvy, with light brown hair and glasses that constantly slip down to the tip of her nose, her boobs are much larger than mine. She’s bubbly and fun, if a little naive at times. All of them are in their mid thirties, except Steve who is 48, making Andy and I the “babies” of the group.
We duly watch as Mike sucks on Helen’s painted toes, taking each individually into his mouth until I call time. Next its Amy’s turn to throw as I toss the watch to Helen, she gets the first interesting one, “lick” and “nipples”, pulling off her t shirt to reveal her bare tits, large and firm, her nipples already hard. Steve goes to work on her firm mounds, licking the smooth flesh before taking each nipple into his mouth in turn, Amy writhing on the sofa, gasping as he gives them a light nip with his teeth. He’s so engrossed he goes 20 seconds over, Amy obviously disappointed that it has to stop.
Andy throws for our second turn, the lucky sod lands himself a blowjob with “suck” and “cock”! I drop to my knees between his legs, undoing and pulling off his jeans and boxers, his cock springing up and making the other girls gasp, sharing a quick appreciative glance. I waste little time licking his shaft and glans, electing to take him quickly into my mouth and show the others my skills, stealing a glance at the enraptured guys as I quickly suck him, bobbing my head. With very lucky timing I deepthroat him twice before the time runs out, the boys giving me a round of applause as I pull my mouth from his shaft with an audible pop before sitting next to him, his cock twitching proudly.
“Bloody hell, Charley!” Steve says with astonishment “can you teach Amy to do that?!”
“Helen too!” Mike jumps in, neither of them noticing their partners staring at Andy’s manhood, standing tall and glistening with my saliva.
“Helps not to have a gag reflex.” I wink and grin mischievously.
Helen throws “finger” “pussy” and we get our first glimpse of her smooth womanhood, her pubic hair trimmed and shaved into a “V” shape, the bottom pointing straight at her clit, as she pulls down her jeans and knickers, kicking them across the room before laying back and spreading her legs, her hole glistening with early juices. Mike wastes no time, positioning himself so he can access her sweet spot easily without blocking the view. We watch as he inserts two fingers slowly, rubbing her hard nub with his thumb as he starts to thrust his fingers deep inside her, quickly gathering pace as she squirms and groans. He tries his best to bring her to orgasm before the time is up but just misses, a disappointed whine escapes Helen’s mouth as he reluctantly slips his fingers out of her, licking her sweet nectar from them slowly.
By the 12th round Steve and I are not only the only one’s to still have clothing on (my black thong, he still has his shirt) but also to have not had a climax, despite Andy’s best attempt to get me off when he had to suck my nipples on the turn after I had brought him off with a tit-wank, his semen thickly splattering my face and chest. When I stripped off my dress, Steve and Mike requested a pause so they could ogle my tits, though they claimed it was “for a brief break”, their eyes never leaving my breasts for the entire time before I wrapped them around Andy’s shaft and rubbed him to completion.
The boys cheer loudly when I throw “lick” and “pussy”, eagerly watching as I stand and slip off my thong, revealing my completely bald pussy, Steve quipping “are you sure she’s old enough?” upon seeing my hairless lips. As with my breasts they request another “break” and I roll my eyes playfully before striking some sexy poses, even bending over so they have a better view of my glistening hole, the abundant sexual energy in the room making me hornier than ever.
I lay back on the sofa, Andy spreading my legs gently before kissing and licking up my inner thigh to my wetness, his tongue sending sparks through me as he works quickly but expertly. Steve and Mike kneel on either side of us, getting a better view as he delves his tongue inside me, sucking on my lips as his tip teases my aching g spot, making me squirm and gasp, my orgasm building quickly with the increased embarrassment and excitement of being closely watched.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Andy! Right thereeeeeeeeeee!” I groan loudly, my fingers pulling his head harder into my crotch, the pleasure rising as I near release. “fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuckeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
I barely hear the boys comments of appreciation as I start to spasm, my fingers and toes clenching as Andy increases the pressure, pushing me closer and closer to my climax.
“OH fuck! Andy! I’m going to cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!”. My release finally hits, my body jerking through the waves of bliss as he pushes me through with his tongue. My back arches as I writhe, I see white stars as he takes my breath away, only coming down when I have to push him off, the intensity too much and I lay panting heavily, eventually opening my eyes to see three men with rock hard cocks staring at me. I decide to take it to the next level, beckoning Andy towards me.
“Fuck me.” I whisper in his ear, nodding as he tentatively puts his throbbing cockhead to my entrance and gasping as he sides all the way in. The others gather round, watching as he fucks me a little awkwardly at first until he realises how much I’m being turned on by their presence (I later found out that this is a kind of initiation for newcomers), my walls gripping his shaft tighter than ever and rippling as they take in the sight of his cock stretching my hole wide, it’s length smeared with my juices that run like a river, the girls stroking their partner’s manhood, the boys fingering their holes. As Andy’s confidence grows, so do his thrusts, increasing in speed and depth, his glans rubbing against my g spot, I squirm and writhe as the fire of my release burns brighter with each exquisite thrust. Soon he is fucking me hard and fast, my breasts wobbling crazily as I gasp, whine and squeal with delight, pulling my legs wider by my knees allowing Andy to fuck me even harder and giving them a much better view, our bodies slapping together with raw passion. I start to tremble, my gasps and pants becoming ragged, groans guttural as my release thunders towards me, Andy’s cock throbbing and pulsing against my quivering walls as he nears his own climax. I explode first, my back arching, my body stiffening as the blissful waves wash over me, a long loud scream echoes around the room pushing Andy to his own orgasm, filling me with his seed and groaning triumphantly as he pumps rope after rope into my quivering pussy, he leans in and kisses me passionately, I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist as he shoots the last of his load inside me, my body twitching with aftershocks as our tongues dance together.
“I hope you two aren’t done yet,” Amy says as we break the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes “there’s a couple of rounds to go...”
“Oh we’ve plenty more in us...” I grin naughtily at her before turning back to Andy “many, many more.”
The girls and I each kneel by a side of the large coffee table, bending over and leaning on it on our forearms, Amy directly opposite me and Helen on my left, each of us giggling in anticipation. Our respective partners getting behind us, I watch Steve slip his hand behind Amy and a dreamy look wash over her face, his fingers obviously working on her womanhood. A glance to the left and I can see Mike’s hand on his shaft, rubbing his tip along Helen’s hidden lips, a groan escapes her mouth and her eyes are closed. I feel a sharp slap to my right ass cheek, making me squeal in shock and pleasure, Andy’s hand striking my left one next, joined by my delighted squeak making the others look at us as Andy spanks me more, alternating cheeks, a squeal and a high giggle following each one, my pussy dripping and quivering with want and anticipation.
When we’re nice and wet, the boys place their cockheads to our entrances and tease us, holding with just the lightest contact to our hungry pussies until we whine and beg. With unified suddenness they all slide in simultaneously, making us gasp as they bury themselves to the hilt, our combined pleasured “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”s making the boys chuckle as they hold again, teasing us further like the bastards they are. We each plead with our man, begging them to fuck us, our words almost identical and unified. After the rarest seconds that feel like hours they start to thrust, gripping our hips and matching pace, squeaks, squeals and moans from us mingling with their groans, their shafts spreading our inner walls as our bodies rock in unified movements, our breasts swinging quicker and quicker as they increase the pace. The table rocks with the combined movement, we claw the top as their cocks invade and stretch our quivering holes, sharing blissful glances as they take us with determination to heaven. As he pounds Amy hard from behind, Steve stares at me, licking his lips as he takes in the exquisite (his words, whispered to me as we hug goodbye in the morning) view of my blissful face and swaying tits. Amy’s glasses slip off the end of her nose with the force of his thrusts, dropping onto the table, ignored in the incredible feeling of being pounded towards orgasmic bliss. We share a moment as our boys drive home, Helen’s face showing she’s close to release with Amy not far behind, I can only guess what my face looks like but it’s probably telling them I’ll be following suit very soon after. The boys hit their vinegar strokes, their balls slapping our clits making us squirm and “Aaaah!” as our own orgasms barrel towards us.
As predicted, Helen goes first, her back arching as she lets out an ear piercing cry, her body shaking hard enough to rattle the table beneath us, her fake nails gouging fresh grooves into the table top (now I know why there’s so many) as Mike quickly follows her, thrusting deep one last time and groaning gutturally as he fills her with his thick spunk. Amy’s next, a long low “AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH! “ accompanying the violent spasms of her release, turning into a high pitched laugh like noise as her fingers go stiff, her body wobbling the table with Steve exploding inside her, his eyes still locked on my trembling form as he pumps her with his fluid. The sight is too much for me, my own climax hitting like an express train, stars dancing in my eyes as they roll back, my tongue involuntarily hanging out of the side of my mouth as I shake uncontrollably and let out a strange, husky laugh. Andy quickly follows, shooting his warm, sticky semen deep into my womb as my walls squeeze his raging cock, milking him for every last drop. Andy strokes my back as I lay my upper body on the table, panting heavily, the boys slowly withdrawing from our dripping wet, cum filled pussies, each of us leaking a mixture of juices onto the carpet. Amy reaches out and strokes my hair, smiling sweetly before leaning her forehead against Helen’s, who’s twitching hand wraps around mine, all three of us sharing an unspoken moment of sisterhood, the bond between us stronger than ever.
We return to our original seats for a break, the smell of sex heavy in the air and talk about how all this started, Andy pulling me close and covering my breasts with his right hand and arm, seemingly hiding them from the other’s view.
“We bought the dice for a laugh, just between Steve and I, to spice things up,” Amy tells us, her hand wrapped around his cock which is coming to life again “then Carrie (a blonde lady who’s married to a guy called Keith, they have a five year old daughter, Nancy) found them by accident after we left them in the kitchen at one of the parties we had when Leon was on holiday. We were all rather drunk and decided to use them as a group for a laugh. Well, naturally we ended up getting horny as fuck but Keith and Carrie were trying for a baby and didn’t want to risk one of the other guys being the actual father, so we decided we’d only fuck our own partners. Then we found we preferred being watched rather than doing things with others so it became couples only exhibitionism.”
“And, of course, Leon wasn’t in a relationship or usually had Mae with him when he was at your parties, ruling him out of joining the fun.” I state with a mischievous look, noticing an uneasy look wash over Steve and Amy’s faces. “I’m sure he would forgive you for not including him. Hell, it might have made him actually make a real effort finding someone, but hey, you’ve got us now!” I snuggle into Andy who tightens his grip slightly on my breast.
“Yeah, I guess.” Steve says a little to relieved. “I think he would have enjoyed it.”
“Well, he did have quite a crush on both of you ladies.” I admit to their surprise.
“So how long have you been doing this?” Andy chimes in, breaking the tension.
“About 8 years,” Amy says “Nancy was probably conceived during one of them, Carrie said he seemed to cum more in front of us. They dropped out when she was born.”
“Leon said they had trouble getting pregnant, didn’t she miscarry a couple of times? I’ve wanted to ask them but it feels insensitive.” I query, giving Andy’s cock a playful squeeze as it twitches at the mention of pregnancy (one of his turn ons).
“Twice,” Amy reveals “They almost gave up trying. Then one day they made it through the ‘danger zone’ and now there’s little Nancy.” (Of course I already knew all this)
“Who’s up for another round?” Mike chips in, starting to get bored.
“I think it’s time the ladies took charge.” I state, climbing onto the sofa and lowering myself onto Andy reverse cowgirl style, placing my feet either side of his hips and sliding down his erect member.
“Girl power!” Whoops Helen taking a similar position on Mike’s lap but on her knees, whilst Amy makes Steve scoot forwards a little so she can place her feet on the floor and mount him. With all three of us firmly impaled on their throbbing shafts we share a subtle nod, each of us staying still whilst squeezing and quivering our muscles around them, returning their earlier teasing. It takes less than to minutes for each of the boys to grab their respective partners hips, trying to encourage us to move.
“Put your hands down!” I bark, the sharp tone of my voice making them comply immediately. “You will only move your hands where we tell you, when we tell you, got it?” The boys state their agreement nervously. “Ladies...”
We start to ride our partners, gently at first and increasing the pace at our own speed, Amy quickening first, leaning forwards as she bounces on Steve’s dick, her large breasts swaying and bouncing wildly, deep moans fill the air around her as Steve tries his hardest not to interfere. I continue sliding along Andy’s cock in a smooth motion, watching as Helen rolls her hips faster, driving Mike wild. All three boys are obviously itching to touch us, I’ve noticed both Steve and Mike go to move their hands before thinking better of it several times. I increase the pace, riding Andy harder and rippling my muscles along his pulsing manhood, both of us groaning loudly and panting as I slam myself along him, feeling him spread me wide.
“Charley, please...” Andy moans desperately “can I touch you?”
“Hmmmm...” I tease him, bouncing harder “okay then but only my tits.” He sighs happily, reaching around me and grasping my breasts, squeezing and kneading them in time to my movements. A loud cry from Amy draws my attention, Steve spanking her as she moves faster on his cock, her gasps louder as she nears orgasm. Helen has allowed Mike to hold her hips, helping her move quickly on him, both looking close to release. Andy switches to pinching my nipples, squeezing my hard nubs and rolling his fingers, the pleasure making me squeal.
Amy and Steve are the first to finish, both filling the room with their groans as he pumps his seed inside her juddering body, hands on her knees supporting her as she cums.
Helen and Mike follow closely behind, him holding her hard onto his crotch as they both cry out in bliss.
“Rub my clit.” I tell Andy as I ride him mercilessly, the others now watching as my boobs bounce crazily, his hand heading swiftly between my legs and rubbing me furiously, my pants and squeaks growing louder and higher as I push myself to the edge of release.
“Andyyyyyy! I’m cuuuuuuuuuuming!” i cry as my body explodes, I sit hard on his crotch as my body spasms with release, soon followed by his own, another thick load fills me as he roars, holding me up by my heaving breasts, only separating when our breath finally returns to normal.
“I don’t know about you guys but I’m ready for bed!” Amy states with a satisfied smile, “you guys can take the guest rooms if you want, they’re made up.” We all nod in agreement, too tired to speak other than to say “goodnight” as we all head to our respective rooms.
“Are you ok?” I ask Andy as he slides into bed next to me in the guest room, a sullen look on his face, I lay facing him rather than cuddling up as we normally do. “You seem a bit off, is it to do with fucking in front of the others?”
“No,” he shakes his head, looking at me in the dim light of the bedside lamp “not really, I mean, it was a bit nerve racking at first but a lot of fun.”
“So what’s bothering you? Don’t deny it, I can tell.” I boop him playfully on his nose with my fingertip.
“It’s just... how do I put it...?”
I rub his arm reassuringly. “No secrets, remember?”
“Ok. It’s about your ‘old’ life.”
“That’s alright. I know you get curious.”
“It’s just... I know you knew these guys in your old form... and... urgh... lets just say it... hearing stories about the old you, knowing you experienced those stories first hand but seeing you react like it was a different person... it’s just... a little weird. You know?”
“I know,” I take his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze “to be honest, its weird for me too, I just separate the two versions of me, thinking of Leon as his own person.”
“I wish I could do that.” He states, matter-of-factly.
“Does it... does it affect how you feel about me?”
“Good God no!” he exclaims, taking my cheek in his hand “Not in the least. It’s just something I need to get my head around, that’s all.”
“Maybe try thinking of him as my brother, not my old self.”
“That might work. You know the funniest thing, hearing all these stories?”
“What’s that?” I look at him, intrigued.
“Not only how different you are to him, but how similar.”
“In what way?”
“From what they say, he seemed like a very caring guy, always ready to listen or help out if he could. You’re the same, the way you look out for and treat Sally, listen to all my worries and fears, thinking of solutions to problems, paying for everything when we go out alone or in a group, you even insisted on paying for half our trip!”
“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to pay for it but it would have crip...”
“Don’t apologise,” he rests his fingers on my lips, silencing me “really, I appreciate it. I think if Leon had had as much money as you he’d have been the same.”
“That’s true, I guess.” I say with a slight smile. “Though his Doctor Who and Gremlin collections would have increased exponentially, especially the Daleks.”
“But then there’s the romantic side. Like you he was loving, loyal, cared deeply about those he loved... but he refrained from pursuing romance, seemed to think he wasn’t worth being loved. Yet you... you’re way more open about love and sex, just look at how you pursued me! I’ve done things with you that I never would have dreamed of with anyone else.”
“That was his biggest flaw,” I lay on my back, staring at the celling and resting the back of my head on my forearm. “No matter how hard he tried, he’d be rejected. After so many he became too burnt out to believe.”
“Believe?“
“That love is out there for everyone. He felt he’d missed his chance at one true love and gave up trying.”
“What if he felt attracted to someone?”
“He’d bury it,” I sigh “as soon as he felt anything more than friendship developing he’d throw those feelings in a mental vault and let them die.”
“All that love to give and no-one to give it to...”
Feeling suddenly lonely, I roll over and cuddle up to Andy, facing him and draping my leg over his hip, pulling him closer as we drift off to sleep.
Early Sunday evening (after dinner with my parents and Mae) my father drops us at Birmingham Airport, commenting curiously about our lack of heavy luggage (we both have a carry on sports bag with a few clothes and essentials inside) making Andy and I share a knowing smile. We board the plane for the short flight (1hr 15mins) to Edinburgh where we will catch a coach that stops just outside the National Park, with a taxi booked to take us the rest of the way to the cabin.
Andy has chosen the seats well, once in the air with the curtains between the different class areas closed, we’ll be able to sneak into the toilet without being spotted, making a little “in-flight entertainment” easy. About 20 minutes into the flight, when everyone is settled, we make our move, slipping off our shoes and padding quickly but quietly to the vacant cubicle. With a last quick check we slip inside, I pull up the skirt of my dress with one hand and slip my panties down with the other before leaning on the sink, my heart hammering in my chest as I wait for him to enter me. His rock hard shaft slips easily into my dripping hole and he wastes no time, thrusting hard and deep, fucking me with urgent, needful vigour as I clasp my hand over my mouth to stifle my cries of pleasure as he pounds me. Reaching down between my legs he rubs my clit with equal ferocity, pushing me to a quick orgasm that’s greatly intensified by the fear of being caught.
My legs tremble uncontrollably, the nails of my free hand tapping the sink involuntarily as I near my climax, a sudden increase in tempo telling me he’s close to his own, his grunts becoming dangerously audible. I bite my palm as my orgasm hits and I struggle to stay silent as I spasm around his cock, sparking his own release, his warm seed coating my walls making me let out a long muffled “uuuuuuuuuhhhhnnnnn!” into my hand, only removing it when my breathing has returned to normal.
Andy slides out, quickly putting himself away as I pull up my knickers and straighten my dress, noticing how flushed my skin looks in the mirror. Andy cautiously opens the door, walking out and almost straight into a stewardess, who smiles and says they will be serving drinks shortly if he’d like to return to his seat, thankfully he managed to close the door before she saw me and I take a minute to compose myself before leaving, making my way quickly to join him in our seats. The same stewardess approaches, asking to take our order and I ask for a scotch on the rocks (to help with my thundering nerves), Andy taking a Vodka Martini (he’d always wanted to have one on a plane), I feel Andy’s seed leak from my hole as I notice her gaze lingering on my still pinker than normal skin, though if she suspects anything she doesn’t say.
We join hands, giggling amongst ourselves as we wait for the drinks, our nerves finally starting to calm and we lean in for a kiss only to be disturbed by the stewardess who hands us our orders, we clink the glasses and take a sip before resuming with our passionate embrace.
The coach ride takes just over 3hrs, though the scenery is breathtaking, even with the setting sun towards the end, so I don’t mind, especially as Andy is gazing at it too, with his head rested on my shoulder and his arms around my waist. The taxi driver makes no mention of our sparse luggage as he drives along the well kept single lane road that leads to the cabin, the huge trees either side making it look darker than it actually is. Once alone at the cabin, I quickly check the fully stocked cupboards, fridge and freezer (not that we needed to eat, we had sandwiches on the coach) whilst Andy carries our bags into the bedroom and discovers the ‘welcome hamper’ which contains a few nibbles and a bottle of champagne. I open the patio doors of the bedroom and step out, walking down the wood jetty that joins it to the loch, taking in the view of the water and the tall trees that disappear in the distance as the loch widens, a small rowboat is moored by the end. Andy slips his arm around my waist, kissing me on the cheek before holding up the bottle and two glasses in his other hand. “Care to?” he asks and I nod, holding the glasses as he carefully pops the cock, ensuring it doesn’t fly off into the water before pouring us a good measure each. We clink the glasses in a toast and sip, I giggle as the bubbles tickle my nose, Andy slipping his arm around me again as we stand and watch the sun disappear beneath the horizon, the air turning very cold.
As some of you may remember from (waaaaaaay back in) chapter 2, to help me through the trauma of being raped, I was seen by a specialist hypnotist by the name of Dr Langstrom. She had developed a treatment that involved convincing the victim that the memory of the assault was a just a nightmare, gradually working to help them push it to the place where we store things like that in the mind and reducing it’s impact greatly. Though the victim was not completely free of it, they were able to lead a relatively normal life, only suffering from flashbacks or nightmares on rare occasions. Well, I’m guessing that a particularly evil part of my subconscious had decided that I’d had enough fun of late, that I needed a reminder of that horrendous night and it was about to give me one hell of a wake up call. Little did I realise what was coming as I stripped off for bed, after we decided we were both exhausted from the long journey and just wanted to sleep, no hint as I folded my clothes and put them in the bag I had brought for dirty clothes or when I laughed as Andy tossed his inside it from the other side of the bed and still nothing when I snuggled up to him between the sheets, drifting into a contented slumber.