From the backhand to my face, the impact with the wall, hair twists, his dirty cock shoved down my throat and suffocation to the forceful taking of my virginity, the punches, bites, crushed wrist, choking, slamming my cervix with his cockhead and eventual forced creampie, my subconscious puts me back through everything that happened that night, including all the pain, trauma and nausea that goes with it. I re-live every tiny thing Jack Thompson did to me as though it happened only yesterday.
I sit bolt upright, my scream drowned out by a loud clap of thunder from the storm raging outside (cliché I know but that’s life). The trauma of the nightmare, still fresh in my mind, combining with the sudden flashes of lightning that turns night into day and the unfamiliar surroundings of the cabin’s bedroom leaves me confused and in a state of pure panic, made worse by the realisation that I’m alone in bed, Andy is nowhere to be seen.
Hi guys, Charlotte/Charley back again with another chapter in my forced gender swap story and to be honest, I’m in a bit of a flap right now but don’t worry, things do get better... for a while anyway.
I stumble out of bed, my legs feeling extremely weak and heavy but I need to find Andy, desperate to feel his arms around me, to feel safe in his presence. Deep down I know he’s ok but my befuddled mind can’t help fearing I’m going to find him bludgeoned somewhere, or hanging, or pinned to a tree outside before some lunatic in a mask takes a swipe at me (that’ll teach me to watch so much horror!). I check the ensuite, it’s empty, jumping as another flash and rumble make my already racing heart try to break through my breastbone (under normal circumstances I love a good storm but right now, I’m not feeling very normal).
“Get a grip, girl.” I try to say to myself but my brain is too out of it, the fear rising with every second without him, staggering down the corridor towards the living rooms, the squeals that accompany every flash are drowned out by the thunder, pushing me almost to tears the more scared I become.
Using the wall to support me, my legs almost giving out, I turn into the dinning room, seeing a naked figure stood watching the storm through the large glass doors, the curtains open, rain lashing the panes and running down it’s surface in large rivers.
“A-Andy...?” I don’t know why I ask (it can only be him), my senses barely with it at that point.
“Hey, babe,” he half turns, a bottle of beer in his hand “couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d watch.”
Another flash and I yelp loudly, he turns fully, putting down the bottle and approaching me quickly. “You alright?” A further flash revealing my tear streaked, wide eyed, petrified face, he quickly takes me in his arms, holding me tight. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking like a leaf!” he asks with real concern “I thought you loved storms?”
“N-Nightmare...” I stammer, holding on to him for dear life.
“Nightmare? What kind of nightmare?” he holds me tighter.
“T-T-THE N-Nightmare!”
Understanding, he scoops me up and carries me to a comfy armchair, carefully laying me in it and covering me with a blanket before heading to the liquor cabinet.
In my final session with Langstrom she gave me a list of protocols that the people closest to me should follow in the event of this happening, a list Andy has committed fully to memory. The first being to make me warm and comfortable, a large stiff drink being the second. Knowing that whiskey works best at calming me, he brings over a large measure (virtually a full, large tumbler), helping me hold it to my mouth. I take control and it’s gone in less time than it took you to read this sentence. He quickly pours another, bringing the bottle with him this time, the second one also barely touches the sides.
“Bloody hell, it must have been bad!” he remarks, refilling the glass. This one I nurse, sipping slowly as my nerves start to settle. “What happened?”
“All of it,” I manage, my voice still trembling a little “I re-lived everything.”
“Shit!” he blurts, knowing full well what that could mean, that the hypnosis is failing and it could be becoming memory again. My response to his next question determining whether I need to see Langstrom again or if I’m safe. “How much do you remember?”
I think hard, trying to remember the nightmare, but all I get is a feeling of dread. “Nothing. I can’t remember any of it.” He sighs heavily with relief, I’m safe, the hypnosis is holding.
“We’ll call Langstrom later, just to let her know. OK?” Another protocol, she’ll still need to do a quick phone interview to double check and advise further measures if necessary.
I nod, feeling almost back to my normal self, another sign being that I’m no longer jumping at the ongoing storm. In fact, I’d barely noticed any of the flashes and rumbles. “Thank you.” I squeeze his hand appreciatively.
“No problem.” He kisses my forehead and I turn to look out of the doors, the lightning distorted by the running water. “Wanna watch it together?”
He leads me to the doors, retrieving his beer on the way and slipping his arm around my waist as we stand and watch the fierce storm raging over the loch, the high winds buffeting the trees, electric strikes spreading across the water, the rumbles sounding like a roller coaster passing right outside, the sight is as unnerving as it is breath-taking. Two hours later I’m sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the sofa as Andy sleeps on it, lightly snoring, I watch the storm pass and the rain dies down to a heavy drizzle. An early morning mist forms over the water giving it an eerie but beautiful quality that I find oddly calming.
I give Andy a light kiss on the forehead and step out of the doors into the rain, closing them softly behind me. I raise my arms like I’m welcoming an old friend and let the cool rain run down my naked body, washing away the remaining dry sweat, my curly orange locks soon sodden and sticking to my shoulders and back. I look at the sky, closing my eyes, feeling the drops landing rapidly on my skin and running in tiny rivers down my cheeks, opening my mouth and tasting the sweetness of the Scottish rain. I cautiously make my way down the jetty that’s partially hidden by the mist, stopping at the end, listening to the drops hitting the water and the light waves of the loch, the two combining into a soft rhythm.
I lose myself in the sound, dancing and twirling in time, my eyes closed as the last of the tension caused by the night’s events fades away, my mind completely at peace. If anyone had managed to stumble across the scene, I must have looked quite the sight, a pale skinned redhead, completely naked and dancing in the rain would have resulted in a call to the men in white coats, thankfully no-one did see me, well, no-one that shouldn’t have.
“Having fun?” a familiar voice calls out and I turn, still dancing, to face Andy, a big, silly grin on my face.
“I feel great!” I giggle girlishly “this rain is so refreshing!”
“It’s bloody cold!” Andy quips, walking over to me, taking my hand in his and slipping his arm around my waist, leading me into a waltz (if it looked funny before it would be hilarious now). We sway and twirl around the jetty, lost in the moment and feeling like the only two people in the world, all the horror of the early hours forgotten. We end with a dip, laughing happily and I feel a familiar poke to my lower stomach, his cock fully erect and throbbing against me. He gently lifts me until we’re stood straight, the rain running down our bodies and following our personal curves.
“So, my darling,” Andy gazes into my eyes lovingly “what shall we do now?”
“I want you to make love to me,” I purr, biting my lip seductively “in the pouring rain.”
“Oh really?” He grins, leaning in to kiss me, his lips on mine feeling more electric than ever before. I pull him closer, our tongues dancing as we kiss with pure passion and he gently lowers us to the hard wood of the jetty, leaning over me and kissing me harder as our hands start to explore bleach other’s soaked bodies. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, their movements smoother with the rain, his hand deftly moving to my pussy lips and gently parting them, his middle finger slipping inside.
“You’re absolutely dripping.” He breathes, breaking the kiss “Should I?”
I nod, spreading my legs wider and reaching down to guide him in. I gasp and arch my back as he slides smoothly inside me, wrapping my legs around his waist and clawing his back as he starts to fuck me with long, smooth thrusts our mouths joining again and I moan around his probing tongue, the feeling of him spreading my velvet walls with his pulsing manhood driving me to heaven.
The contrast between the cold rain landing on my skin and the warmth of his body both above and inside me adds to my pleasure, increasing my sensitivity, goosebumps appearing all over my flesh, making my muscles quiver and spasm along his thrusting cock, his own groans joining mine as we kiss with urgent need. His thrusts increase slightly, my gasps quickening as he pushes me closer to release, my nails raking his back as my legs tremble around him, tightening slightly with the increasing bliss. I pull his hips towards mine, rocking to enhance the stimulation, my moans jerking with my body as his thickness spreads my slippery walls, his groin rubbing my clit sending beautiful shocks pulsing from my pussy across my body. I squeal into his mouth as he grips my sensitive nipple between his fingers and tweaks it, rubbing it in time with his thrusts and pinching at random intervals adding yet more sparks of heaven to my approaching orgasm. My groans become deep and wanting, I kiss him harder and dig my nails into his flesh, the combination of his fingers on my hard nub, his rough crotch on my sweet spot and his throbbing manhood driving steadily into me making me crazy, soon I start to tremble, my release inevitable.
I stiffen as my climax hits, washing over me in wave after wave of sheer heaven, Andy fucking me through it to a second release, I whimper into his lips as I convulse with the extra bliss, my pussy squeezing and rippling around him as he continues thrusting. As I start to come down he grunts into my mouth, releasing his spunk inside my twitching pussy, his shaft buried to the hilt as he fills me, I hold him tight, willing him to fill me completely, a satisfied, happy moan escapes into his mouth, joining with his long groan of pleasure.
He slowly pulls out, we lay panting as the rain splatters out hot flesh, mixing with the sweat of our lust and washing it away, Andy gradually rises to his feet, helping me to stand on my shaking legs and walk back to the cabin. I grab a huge towel from the cupboard and put it over the sofa, wrapping it around us both as I sit on his lap, his strong arms around my shivering body. We sit quietly sharing a moment as our bodies slowly dry, the rain finally clearing outside and the sun starting to shine through the dissipating clouds.
“I could stay like this forever.” I murmur happily, pulling the towel tighter around us and snuggling closer in his arms.
“I love when you have crazy ideas like that.” He says, kissing my neck and shoulders gently.
I giggle mischievously “Do you think we could do it in that boat?”
I make us waffles and eggs for breakfast, Andy helps me to make the bed before doing the washing up whilst I contact Dr Langstrom and tell her about the nightmare. She listens as I tell her everything including that I know it was about the assault but I couldn’t remember the details, after a few follow up questions she assures me that I’m OK, the treatment is still working and even that I’m not the only patient to have had this happen, she advises me to keep a note of any incidents and what, if anything, I can remember from them.
Andy and I spend an hour lay on the sofa just kissing and caressing (yes, we actually managed to do just that and nothing else lol) each other before I make a small hamper to take with us down the jetty to sunbathe. Although the Scottish sun is not as hot as in the Midlands of England I still ask Andy to slaver me sunscreen, enjoying it immensely when he uses it for an excuse to have a good grope of my nude body, paying special attention to my breasts and pussy. I return the favour by giving him a handjob when he asks me to do the same, letting him cum in my mouth and sucking up the last remnants before laying on the large towel, careful not to let the sun turn me from a pale human into a lobster.
An hour later we do the same to each other’s backs, him taking the opportunity to give me a good spanking and making very wet and horny, using his fingers in my hole and his thumb in my anus to rectify that with two beautiful orgasms. We lay on our fronts, chatting for the next hour, Andy nervously asking if he can spend some time with Mae, just the two of them, to get to know her better before he heads back to the army and I happily agree, the only stipulation being that she has to want to herself.
“Of course,” he nods “I wouldn’t want her to feel she has to. You sure you don’t mind?”
“I love the idea,” I smile in response “ it’d be good for her to get to know her future ‘stepfather’.”
“So she really thinks of you as her mother?”
“She knows full well that I didn’t give birth to her,” I chuckle dryly “but as she once said to me, I’m her parent and I’m female so that makes me her mom.”
“I get the logic, what about her... what would you call her... birth mother?”
“Dead to her,” I state simply “the woman put as much distance as she could between them without leaving the country, missed contacts, broke promises. Well you know all that already. Mae wants nothing to do with her.”
“Do you think she’ll call me ‘Daddy’?” he quips, knowing that’s what she used to call Leon (well, me when I was him).
“Dad, maybe,” I tease, then add seriously “I think your word still holds special meaning for her.”
“As far as I’m concerned she can call me whatever she wants,” he states before musing “I’d like to be ‘Dad’ I think.”
“Well you will be in the future anyway, do you think I’d deny you your own children?” I tease, reaching over and tickling his side.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He warns jokingly.
“Already am!” I singsong, my fingertips headed for his armpit. “Too late!” I giggle, reaching my target and tickling hard.
“Right!” he leaps up and tickles me back, catching all the spots that make me squirm the most. I try to retaliate but he’s always been better than me at this, wriggling and laughing I switch to escape, pushing myself along the jetty as his fingers tease me mercilessly. “Charley, look out for the...”
With a yelp I fall off the side of the jetty, straight into the loch and dunking under the water. I rise up, spitting out a long stream, my hair drenched and sticking to my face, shoulders and breasts. I look up at Andy who’s stood with a face full of dread concern and start laughing, the water reaching the bottom of my mounds, the waves making them move enticingly. Relieved, he starts laughing too and jumps in next to me, splashing and making me squeal. We flick water at each other, acting like siblings in the sea on a family holiday until he scoops me into his arms and carries me inland until the water is up to his mid-thigh where he stops and kisses me deeply, I reach down between us to confirm my suspicions why he’s stopped in exactly this spot, he’s rock hard again.
“Mind if we try something?” he asks, breaking the kiss and gazing down at me.
“Would I ever deny you?” I look at him sweetly “What is it?”
“You’ll need to work with me a little, put your arms back around my neck...” I do so, clasping my hands together, guessing at what he’s going to do next. “now, when I lift you I want you to wrap your legs around my waist, okay?”
I nod and he hauls me up, gently turning me so I can hug his hips with my thighs, crossing my feet behind his back. He reaches down, aiming his cockhead to my already dripping entrance. “Good, you’re wet already.” He states happily “Now lower yourself onto me.” I comply, dropping myself slowly, gasping and leaning my head back as his thickness spreads first my lips, then my walls until I'm fully impaled, my muscles undulating around his shaft.
“OH God! That feels goooooooooooood!” I groan, looking back at Andy, my eyes half closed in pleasure. He grabs my ass with both hands, supporting me and turns back towards the loch, his steps a little awkward as he takes us deeper into the water until it’s lapping around our waists. The buoyancy of my body combined with the waves of the loch start to rock me on his cock, the movements effortless and divine, the cold water pulled between our bodies swirling over my clit, making me melt with new sensation.
“OH... God!... fuck!... fuck!... URHN!... I won’t... last long at this... rate!” I pant, my release building faster than ever.
“Really...?” he asks with a slightly evil smirk before taking us a few steps deeper. Though the distance isn’t much the changed is dramatic, the waves lifting me faster before pulling me back down him much harder, the strength of the colder water on my clit increasing exponentially. One of the most incredible sexual experiences of either of my lives and neither of us needs to make any effort, the water doing all the work for us. I’m soon trembling heavily, not from the cold but from the sheer ecstasy I’m feeling, Andy takes us one more step deeper and I’m pushed over the edge.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” My first scream echoes around the trees, spooking the wildlife. “AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH! NEEYAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!” I throw my head back as the full impact hits me, my mind clouding as the multiple sensations push me through my first climax straight into a second. “AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!” My body stiffens as the electric shocks of mind numbing euphoria thunder along my nerves, climax after climax slamming over me in quick succession. By the eighth orgasm I’m a gibbering wreck, holding on tightly to Andy’s body, my own spasming crazily. It’s not until Andy carries me back to shore and my mind starts to clear that I realise his own orgasm has already happened, his warm load leaking from my hole as he lowers me to the soft ground and pulls me close, stroking my still soaking wet hair.
Finally coming to my senses, though still a little breathless, I move in as close to his body as possible, humming contentedly as he loops my locks around his digits and gently pulls them free, leaving springy curls at the bottom of my fiery orange mane.
“That was the best one yet,” I say with a cheeky grin, my head snuggled against his chest “was it you, me or the water?”
“I vote for me.” He replies with a cheeky confidence.
“I vote for the water.” I quip back, earning a playful finger in one of my most ticklish spots, I yelp and giggle, squirming as he does it several more times.
Once rested we head back to the jetty, cracking open the hamper. I set out the plates of sandwiches and nibbles whilst Andy opens a bottle of wine from the cooler, pouring us each a large glass. As we feed each other and sip our wine, Andy tells me about the other guys he was at boot camp with (I’ll spare you the details) and which ones managed to sneak a look at the saucy album I gave him.
“So how many in total have seen me naked?” I ask with mock indignance.
“Three,” he grins sheepishly “I won’t tell you the comments they made.”
“OH come on!” I nudge him playfully “tell me the dirtiest one, I can take it, I’m a big girl!”
“They asked if you’d take part in a bukkake party.”
“Whaaaat?” I giggle, covering my mouth with my hand in mock shock “The four of you fucking me and drenching me in your cum?!” (I have to admit, I did feel a tingle at the thought, not that I actually would though, it would feel like cheating on him even if he was part of it.)
“No... the whole squad.”
“Get out of here!” I playfully punch him in the arm “what did you say to that?”
“I said I’d ask!” he says with a cheeky grin.
“I bet you did.” I huff with mock annoyance, looking away from him playfully.
“C’mon, babe,” he begs, gingerly touching my shoulder “they were only joking.”
“About using your girlfriend like a piece of meat?!” My temper flares, I have to admit I found the thought of a bunch of men thinking they could do that to me in front of my boyfriend annoyed me immeasurably and I genuinely shake off his hand, huffing for real this time and folding my arms under my breasts.
“OK, that came out wrong. I’m sorry.” He pleads “They just think you’re really sexy. I doubt they would have said it if they knew you. They’d see you’re not like that.”
“You bet I’m not!” I snap, turning to glare at him “do all your friends think I’m some kind of fuck piece? C’mon lads, lets take turns giving her a good pumping, it’s all she’s good for?! Do they?”
Andy reels back and I see genuine worry in his eyes, I realise I may have overreacted (I admit I’m still getting used to this fiery temper of mine) and, as usual, my heart melts for him. “You really said it would never happen?”
“I did, I told them that just because you were hot it didn’t make you a slut. I told them you were the most dedicated, loyal girlfriend I’ve ever had... and you were off limits.”
He always knows the right things to say, I calm down, unfolding my arms and stroking his arm gently. “I believe you, I’m sorry.”
“They did ask if you had any sisters.” He says with a smirk and I shake my head, laughing.
That evening make us a nice roast beef dinner (I can actually cook one now lol), we eat by candlelight discussing our plans for tomorrow (besides sex), namely a walk through the woods and a trip out in the rowboat. We head to bed early, both tired from the half night of sleep last night. We had intended to just cuddle and chat until we drifted off but, as usual the chatting turns into kissing and caressing, which leads to heavy petting and, eventually, becoming lovemaking, he cums twice, I cum four times and, for a while, I refused to release him from my tight grip around his waist until he softens and slips out. With a final long kiss we snuggle up, he on his back, me on my side with my head on his chest, his arm holding me tight as I’m lulled into sleep by his steady heartbeat.
After a long loving session in bed and a quickie in the shower, I make us a hearty breakfast and pack the hamper ready for the days activities. Heading down to the jetty we get in the boat and Andy rows us out into the deep water with me lounging opposite him in the stern, teasing him with flashes of my bare womanhood and rubbing my nipples until they stand proud, drawing his focus until he has to stop rowing due to his very hard erection.
“Should we try?” I ask innocently, rubbing myself and dipping my fingers inside, my juices dripping from them as I hold them up for him to see. He nods and we begin to manoeuvre into position but the small boat rocks crazily, almost tipping us out so we have to abandon the idea. In order to give enough time for his manhood to soften, Andy tries to teach me how to row, I do OK when we do it together but when I try on my own the boat either lunches wildly or ends up going in circles. We drift for a while cuddling, but his cock remains stubbornly hard and we decide to head back, both of us starting to feel hungry as lunchtime approaches. I can’t help staring at his pulsing dick, watching as it sways slightly with his movements and I have an idea, cautiously moving towards him before taking it in my mouth and sucking him to release, our route taking a zigzag pattern as he can’t concentrate, only returning to normal once I’ve swallowed his load.
We lunch on the jetty (no flare ups this time), Sally and Josh’s recently scare leading us to discuss baby names, our tastes as similar for girls as they are different for boys. We return to the cabin, dressing (slightly) for our walk in the woods as although it’s very private here, the route takes us close enough to the public walkways to warrant being respectable, even if neither of us is wearing underwear.
We walk hand in hand, following the twists and turns of the natural pathway through the huge trunks of the trees, waving to any passers by when we near the public routes, a light but cold breeze making my nipples harden under my light dress and distracting Andy enough for him to trip on an exposed root, twisting as he falls and pulling me down on top of him, landing straight on his lap, straddling him.
“I think we need to find a secluded clearing.” I grin mischievously as I feel his growing bulge press against my bare pussy, a hungry tingle shooting along my nerves from my hole as it twitches with anticipation. As I go to get up, he holds my hips, grinding me on his crotch, the bulge in his jeans growing harder and wet with the juices leaking from my hole.
“Why not right here?” He grins, grinding me harder against himself.
I look at him coyly, despite the growing need within me. “Probably because there’s a group of boy scouts coming towards us on the public side and they’ll get to see everything in about 30 seconds.” I point to the group of young boys and two adults in uniforms approaching rapidly.
We get up quickly, straightening our clothes and just managing to look presentable before the group draws level, we wave as they pass, the border between the private and public areas marked by a tiny fence made of chicken wire, the boys and male leader unable to keep their eyes off my chest where my nipples poke the thin fabric of my dress, the female trying her best to hurry them whilst distracted by Andy’s bulge.
As soon as they’re out of view the game begins, Andy lifting the back of my skirt and giving me a hard smack on my right ass cheek. I squeal loud enough for the scouts to hear before telling Andy to “catch me if you can” and running off down the trail, my skirt pulled up to show off my naked rear and give him an enticing target. I hear his pursuit and feel the wind from his near miss as he takes another swipe at my ass, making me speed up and gain a little distance but not for long as he catches up and manages to catch my ass with his palm twice before I manage to pull away. After four more hits and three misses we run into a small clearing, I slow down a little and he grabs me around the waist, pulling me to the soft ground with a growl as I giggle and pushing his way between my legs.
“Are you going to claim your prize?” I purr, reaching up to pull the top my dress down, exposing my breasts to his gaze.
“You bet I am.” He growls, quickly undoing his jeans and pulling them halfway down before plunging his raging cock into my waiting hole.
He fucks me to three orgasms right there before filling me with his own, then giving me another two with his dick in my ass, using my own juices as lube as I bend over, supporting myself on a tree trunk, falling to the floor as he pumps his second load deep in my bowels. After a brief rest we walk back, well he walks and I skip most of the way, feeling like a million pounds as his seed leaks from my holes, leaving a trail in my wake.
After dinner we watch some lame TV shows, or more accurately we put them on in the background whilst we make out on the couch before taking things to the bedroom. During our third session another storm hits, knocking out the power (for the whole area I found out later), our only illumination being the flashes of lightning (I have to say it’s rather thrilling making love by lightning strike) giving it a strange stop motion animation like feel. With Andy holding me close from behind we slip into a happy sleep, leaving the storm to rage outside.
I wake before him, watching him sleep peacefully for a little while and debating whether to wake him with a blowjob or let him sleep a while longer... then wake him with a blowjob. I decide to let him sleep for now, padding into the dining room and through the large glass doors, heading for the shoreline, the remnants of the storm have already dried away but the air still has that lovely post-rain smell to it. I stand and watch the morning mist hovering over the water, the gentle waves lapping over my feet, the coolness of the water and air giving me goosebumps, my nipples stiff and jutting prominently from my breasts. After a few lungful’s of the sweet morning air I wade into the water, shivering a little and squeaking when it touches my sensitive lips, a loud squeal escapes me when it laps over my clit, my pussy wetting as a shock of pleasure runs over me.
Steeling my nerves I dive forwards into the cold wetness, swimming out a short distance before padding the water, its touch against my nipples, clit and lips electrifying. I lay on my back, gently pushing myself back towards the shore, watching the dulled sun through the mist and enjoying the early morning peace, broken only by the random noises of the local wildlife. I swim out again, loving the feeling of the loch rushing over my sensitive areas, getting hornier by the minute and easing back towards shore on my back again. A sudden fluttering startles me and, turning upright, I see a mallard land heavily onto the water not far away, the ripples from it’s impact splashing over my naked flesh, it quacks at me twice before swimming in the opposite direction. “Good idea, mate.” I say after it “lets see if my man is ready for his wake up call.”
I swim back to shore, again the water stimulates all the important areas intensely, by the time I walk out onto the soft ground I'm gagging for him and quickly make my way inside, grabbing one of the towels from the pile I’ve placed by the door, drying off as much as possible whilst practically running for the bedroom. As I reach the door I grin hungrily, seeing his morning wood tenting the sheet, with a happy chuckle I quickly crawl into the bottom of the bed, headed straight for his stiff manhood. I waste no time taking it into my mouth, sucking greedily as I kneel between his legs, taking half his length with each bob of my head, moaning hungrily as I swirl my tongue around the head and glans, his shaft throbbing between my lips as I suck harder, willing him to wake so he can fuck me hard and deep. With a jolt and a groan he stirs, a squeal of happiness running from my mouth to his cock, lifting the sheet he looks down at me with happy but sleepy eyes.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks with a grin, a loud groan escaping his lips as I deepthroat him, holding his entire length all the way in for as long as possible before gasping for air and repeating, quivering my throat muscles around his dick and grunting into his thickness. “Jeez, babe. You’re on fire!”
“Either cum or fuck me,” I pull my mouth from him, looking at him with burning desire “or cum and then fuck me. Either way I want you inside me!” I resume the blowjob, working on him greedily as my pussy throbs for attention.
“You’ll have to tell me what’s brought this on,” he pulls my head from him gently and I whine with need “but first, ass up, head down, Missy.”
I whoop and spin around, throwing the sheet off the end of the bed and leaning down, waving my pert ass at him. “Charley wants dick dick!” I say in a cutesy voice, reaching back to spread my cheeks and give him a better view of my twitching, glistening entrance. He plunges straight in, making me shudder as his entire length stretches my dripping walls.
“I take it you want it hard and deep?” he asks as I wriggle on his cock, rocking with desire.
“I want as many orgasms as you can give me and at least two loads of cum.” I purr duskily
“As the lady wishes.” He grabs my hips and thrusts hard, quickly building to a pace that has my toes curling and my fingers clawing the bottom sheet. His pounding dick forcing my velvety walls open as his balls slam into my clit.
“Fuck! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck!” I pant, shoving back into his thrusts, pushing him as deep as possible. “Do it! Take me! Fuck me raw! Uhn! Uhn! Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Fuuuuck! Yes, baby, just like that!”
Already halfway crazed with lust, its not long before my first orgasm hits and I quiver around his invading member as it slams deep into my pussy, pushing me to greater heights of ecstasy. He doesn’t let up, gripping my hips tighter as I convulse, keeping me steady as he pumps me mercilessly, his prick throbbing hard as it punishes my tight hole. As my first subsides, my second builds quickly and I raise myself on shaky arms, looking back at him with hooded eyes.
“Pull my hair and spank me, you beast!” I growl, swishing my hair as I turn away. He grabs it with his left hand, pulling my head back hard and spanks me with his right in time with his hard thrusts, making me squeal and pant heavily.
“You’re going to scream for me and then I’m going to fill you with my spunk until you beg me to stop.” He says, spanking, pulling and fucking me harder, my grunts becoming guttural as my climax nears.
“Mmmmmmmm! God! YE-ES! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! ANDY! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMIIIIIIIING!” With a final squeal I stiffen, my pussy dancing around his cock as my ecstatic release hits, my mouth frozen in a silent ‘O’ and eyes rolling back as the waves pulse through my body furiously. With a deep slam of his dick he fills me, his potent semen flooding my womb and hole making me scream again. He spanks my ass hard with each spurt, adding to my pleasure and making me clench involuntarily, milking his manhood of every drop.
Releasing my hair he leans down, kissing the back of my neck as he reaches round and cups my left breast, squeezing it in time to the dry pumps of his still pulsing cock inside me as his orgasm subsides. He pulls out deliciously slowly making sure I feel every last centimetre of his shaft leaving my body. He flips me over, leaning down and kissing me as I giggle, his tongue pushing it’s way between my lips and exploring my mouth, I moan as my tongue dances with his, the kiss deepening, my hands pulling him closer. Breaking the kiss, he licks and nips my earlobe, working his way down my neck to my breasts, licking, sucking and nibbling the firm flesh, my nerves on fire. Working his way to my left nipple, he sucks on it like a nursing child, nibbling on the sensitive nub, adding further sparks that make me writhe and gasp. Switching to my right, he repeats his actions, making me shudder and moan, my hands urging him to go lower, my pussy dying for his attention.
Chuckling at my neediness, he moves further down, teasing my belly button along the way, sending a jolt of heaven through my body, my breath hitching. With agonising slowness he teaches my desperate womanhood, teasing my folds with the tip of his tongue and I whine pleadingly, gripping his head and trying to pull his face to my crotch, he resists making me moan in annoyance.
“You want me to kiss it?” he teases, planting a very light peck on my slick lips and blowing lightly on my clit, I complain loudly, doing everything in my power to gain his mouth on my needy pussy.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Andy!” I beg, looking at him with doe like eyes “Pretty, pretty please? With a blowjob on top?”
“A blowjob?” he smirks, finally putting his lips to mine and going to town, sucking my labia and plunging his tongue inside me, scooping out our combined fluids, cleaning my pussy outside and in. I writhe with exquisite bliss, moaning and gasping, kneading my fingers in his hair as he proves his skills in cunnilingus, my thighs clamping on his head as my release builds fast inside me. His tip teases my g spot as he sucks hard on my lips, a squeal escapes me, my back arching as I start to tremble. With expertise a gigolo would be proud of he takes me to heaven, pure ecstasy flooding through my body as I arch and squirm with my orgasm, his mouth and tongue prolonging my release, my thighs threatening to crush his head with the force of their clamping and jerking.
He gives me no time to recover, as soon as my legs release him he climbs up my body, leaning down to kiss me as he thrusts into my tight hole, a surprised moan joining his grunts as he powers deep within me, my arms and legs gripping his body tightly, maximising his penetration. With his solid, throbbing manhood stretching my extremely sensitive walls at a brutal pace, it doesn’t take long for him to push me to two more climaxes, my juddering squeaks echoing in his mouth as he kisses me harder, fucking me through the ecstasy as he pursues his own release. His thrusts become vinegar strokes, the force making me squeal, the sound muffled by his lips. Soon he buries himself all the way in, grunting heavily as his semen explodes inside me, the warm sensation cracking open another orgasm through my body.
The rest of the trip is pretty much the same, a combination of thunderstorms, boat trips, wood walks, food, cuddles, swimming and bed, all involving sex in one form or another, though we nearly get caught twice on the wood walks, a young family nearly seeing his dick between my boobs as I give him a tit-wank. Despite starting my period on the last day (Sunday) and the long journey home, I’m still feeling happily relaxed as we walk through the door of the house and greet Mae who’s been housesitting for us as she’s now on summer holidays from college, deciding that she may as well stay with us for the last 6 days of his leave and discussing them spending some time together before he leaves, which she readily agrees to. Though the bedrooms are completely soundproof, Andy and I keep sex to a minimum, resorting to blowjobs and anal whilst I have “the curse”.
On Monday I busy myself with the usual, boring household tasks whilst they enjoy their first day together (I had to convince Andy that it was perfectly fine for him to use his card that was linked to my account and that as far as I was concerned it was “our” money) going bowling and shopping. I restocked the cupboards (I forgot how much she could eat for such a small 17yo! though she found it really hard to gain weight), talking to some of the people Leon had worked with at the supermarket, whom I had met at his funeral, as I shopped. Next was the washing, including Mae’s, then the ironing and a little light dusting (really exciting I know!). I give Sally a call and fill her in on our gossip, including my nightmare, listening closely as she regales me with the various things she and Josh have been up to and the latest from the institute, apparently Josie had started dating one of the new guards and was causing quite a stir, shortly after Janice had moved to the northern institute a memo circulated announcing her engagement to Mr Bridge, a visiting journalist had nearly discovered my little secret when one of the scientists nearly let it slip (apparently they hadn’t given up exploding mice yet) and some mundane stuff I won’t bore you with.
I thought about mowing the lawns but Andy had already banned me from doing so saying it was “his job”, so I make some tea and have a short break watching TV before starting to prepare dinner. With the beef joint resting and the Yorkshire Puddings cooking happily I start slicing the veggies, dropping the potato pieces into a boiling saucepan before starting on the carrots and cauliflower. As I’m putting them in to cook they walk in, poor Andy loaded with shopping bags and I go to admonish Mae for making him carry it all only to stop when I realise that I do the same to him.
“Hey mom!” she gives me a hug, grinning from ear to ear as she holds me tight. It still feels a little strange when she calls me that but at the same time it makes my heart swell with happiness. Andy manages to put the various bags down without dropping anything, walking over to give my ass a playful swat when Mae finally lets go and giving me a deep kiss, both of us laughing when she tells us to “get a room”.
“Speaking of which, Missy, there’s a pile of washing there you can take up to yours when you freshen up for dinner.” I tell her in my best “mom” tone, pointing at the neat pile on the end of the table.
“Yes, Master.” She responds with a chuckle, tapping her chest in three sets of four beats (an in joke between us from my Leon days, as we both love Doctor Who, where we were, and still are, so similar in our randomness and dark sense of humour that people used to say we were the two different gender versions of “The Master”). She gives Andy a hug before grabbing her shopping and washing, heading for the stairs. “Thanks for a great day, Dad... Pop... Poppa... I haven’t quite decided yet.”
“The three front runners.” He explains as she disappears upstairs.
“I’m just glad you two are getting on so well.” I reply, checking on the still cooking food and yelping when Andy gooses my ass, giving him a playful swat on the arm with the oven glove.
“I hope you don’t mind but I, er... took her to Amanda’s shop to buy her prom dress for college.”
(The only thing that annoys me about that is the fact he’s apologising when I told him it was OK to do that lol)
“Father’s prerogative.” I smile at him “besides, I bought her high-school one.”
“I’ve told her to model it for you after dinner, I hope you think it’s appropriate.”
“So long as she’s not flashing half her body it’ll be OK.”
“She’s safe on that front, trust me.”
“I DO trust you,” I tell him with a light kiss, returning his earlier swat to my ass with one on his. “now go get washed up, you’ve got 5 minutes.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He salutes before marching towards the stairs, making me giggle.
Over dinner they tell me about their day, how he let her win both games of bowling, their pub lunch, the dress and accessories for her prom, plus the various other items they’ve bought, including a surprise for me.
“Do you mind if Dad and I go to the cinema tonight, Mom?” She asks me as she dries the washing up that Andy is doing whilst I relax and finish my glass of wine, breaking me from my reverie.
“Huh? Yeah, of course, you guys have fun. I need to catch up with your Grandma anyway.” I smile. “What are you going to see?”
“The latest one with those weird little yellow guys...” Andy says, waving his finger in the air as he tries to remember the name. “and the bald guy with the nose...”
“Despicable Me?” I offer, sipping from my glass.
“No babe, you’re good.” Andy responds, too engrossed in remembering to realise and making both us girls laugh, I just manage to avoid spraying my drink over the table.
Mae puts on her dress, a very long and form fitting strapless silk teal coloured dress, that pools on the floor at the back with matching heels. I’m biased I know but to me she looks divine, my mind immediately picking out some of my jewellery to match for her to borrow. The surprise for me is a large white gold, heart shaped locket necklace with two diamonds embedded in it, a picture of Andy on the left inside and Mae on the right, “Starlight” is engraved on the back in an elegant, swirling font.
I drop them at the cinema before heading to my parents’ house, spending a couple of hours just chatting about anything and everything, my mother’s fears over my nightmare eased by the fact I couldn’t remember the details and Langstrom’s advice. There’s not much new news from them besides another argument between my aunt and my cousin and a great uncle going into a nursing home.
I return home to find they’ve walked back from the cinema, Mae is putting on a horror dvd whilst Andy makes microwave popcorn. We snuggle up to him, one on either side, his arm holding her shoulders protectively, his other around my waist, lovingly, Andy jumps at the movie more than we do. Once Mae has gone to bed, he makes love to my ass vigorously in the shower before I ride him, squeezing his shaft with my rectal muscles as we dry off in loose fitting towel robes on the bed, my anus drawing every last drop of his seed into my bowels before we fall into a satisfied slumber.
The next day we have a ‘family’ trip to one of our favourite local beauty spots, including Mae’s boyfriend who’s a little wary around Andy (expecting the “if you hurt my daughter speech) to begin with but gradually relaxing when he realises that his only concern is her happiness, they eventually bond over sports, discussing the latest football and rugby seasons. The three of them spend the following day together whilst I organise a farewell party for Thursday, leaving Friday and half of Saturday for Andy and I to say our goodbyes, well, I mean making love, as much as possible.
As part of our farewell (and as I’m now free of my monthly), I introduce Andy to the sybian. I would go into how, as predicted, he teases me mercilessly and pushes me to the verge of orgasm before cruelly denying my climax until I’m begging for release, then driving me to multiple orgasms and making me plead for a break (when my mind finally returns to normality), but it’s pretty standard stuff compared with what we did after.
I’m lay on my front on the bed watching as he sorts through all the additional toys that can be put on the main body to stimulate different parts of the genitalia and anus. He holds up one in particular looking at it completely confused, it has a short, thin rectangular base with small, stiff fingers and bumps at the front, just behind that is a 4-5 inch long, 2 inch wide phallus which curves forwards to a smooth point at the top.
“What’s that for?” he asks, looking at me and holding it closer for me to examine. “your G spot?”
“Not my G spot,” I chuckle at his bemusement, waiting for it to click. “you should know how far inside mine is, you’ve played with it enough.”
“OK, so... do you have another one that I’ve never heard of?”
I can’t help but laugh. “It’s not for girls.”
He looks between the toy and I, his facial expression saying “huh?”.
“It’s for boys,” I take the toy from his hand, pointing out the various parts. “these bobbles and fingers tickle your balls, this thing at the back is a prostate stimulator. It’s supposed to give you incredible orgasms, want to try it?”
“Maybe,” he looks intrigued. “where does that bit go?” he points at the short phallus.
“Up your ass, it’ll be a little uncomfortable at first but won’t hurt as much as a full sized dick going in there.”
“You never said it hurt that much?!” he looks guilty “I wouldn’t fuck your ass if I knew that!”
“It hurt the first few times, to begin with, but it doesn’t anymore. I’d refuse if it still did.”
He takes the toy and fits it to the unit, fiddling with the controls and watching it’s movements.
“Here, let me.” I climb off the bed, taking the controls and kneeling close to the toy. “Just lube it up and sit on it.”
I watch as he slavers the shaft with lube and tentatively slides his asshole down it’s hardness, a grimace on his face. I let him settle and get comfortable before turning it on at it’s lowest setting.
“Feels weird,” he states, wriggling a little. “like I need to pee.”
“It’s supposed to, it’s in the right spot. “ I turn it up two settings, a groan escapes him as his cock rapidly hardens, standing thick and proud, throbbing hard as I turn it up another notch. “How does it feel now?”
“Wow!” he states simply, his hands gripping the front of the sybian’s body hard.
Though my original intention was to tease him, in much the same way he had with me, by turning the machine up and down unexpectedly, I was quite surprised and excited by the loud grunt from his mouth and sudden explosion of semen from his hard cock as I cranked the toy to max, the very thick and large load splattering me from my face and beasts, to my stomach and pussy, the spurts coming much thicker and more numerous than usual. I turn it back down, dripping from head to knees with his sticky fluid, giggling as he pants heavily, his dick still fully erect and pulsing.
“Come here, sexy.” He beckons as I wipe my body with a spare towel. Taking the controls and motioning for me to straddle his lap, facing him. I lower myself down his manhood, the low vibrations of the toy stimulating my inner walls through his hardness. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his shoulder as he gradually increases the power, gasping as my velvet walls quiver around him. I swear his cock grows even harder as he ramps up the power, stretching me further, the constant exquisite humming of the sybian sending a blissful fire burning through me, my fingers digging into his flesh as I pant and drool into his shoulder, my body twitching crazily as my first release nears. I barely hear his low, lustful grunts as he turns it up higher and holds me tighter, I can’t tell the difference between the toys vibrations and the pulsing of his dick as stars dance behind my tightly closed eyelids, my breath escaping in a long whine, my climax hitting hard. He makes no move to lower the power or stop the machine as I convulse on his lap, my soaking, velvet walls spasming around his shaft. Setting down the controls, he holds my jerking body as I’m pushed to a second orgasm, barely feeling his own release as the largest and longest load he’s ever pumped inside me floods my womb.
Still he doesn’t stop it, leaving the machine buzzing crazily beneath us as my third blissful orgasm builds rapidly and explodes within my body, my head lolling back, tongue hanging out of my mouth as a long groan echoes around us. I nearly black out with the fourth, my body squeezing him involuntarily as I spasm, drawing his second ejaculation from his cock, it squirts from between our bodies as I’m already full from the first. We sit in the same position through my fifth and sixth releases, him filling me for a third time before we decide we’ve had enough. Well, he decides as I’m a babbling mess, my mind frazzled and gibbering with orgasmic, dreamy ecstasy.
He switches off the machine and lifts me, barely managing to get me to the bed on his shaking legs and holding me close as my body quivers and jerks, my mind blanking, the only sound my happy, hitching squeals and squeaks from the aftershocks. It takes half an hour before I’m half coherent, another 45 until I’m back to normal.
For our final planned session on Saturday, I put on the wedding dress for him again and he completely ravishes me, so much so that we end up tearing the dress in a few places. After one last impromptu anal fuck in the shower, we dress and head to the station, meeting Mae, Sally and Josh who have come to see him off and give me moral support. I barely hold back the tears as he climbs onto the train, a special being pulled by the Flying Scotsman no less (on a special anniversary tour with old, vintage carriages), giving me a final long, loving kiss as the guard blows his whistle. He stays by the carriage door, waving from the window until the train rounds the corner and disappears from view, Mae holding me tight as tears flow from both our eyes, though this time it’s easier for me as I know I’ll be seeing him again in a few months.
I quickly settle back into my routine sans Andy, Mr Snuggles keeping me company at night, seeing my various groups of friends to keep busy and even enrolling in some evening classes, learning to be a seamstress on Mondays, expanding my cookery skills on Tuesdays and learning different styles of dancing on Thursdays (50s rock n roll being my favourite), practising my dress making skills by making outfits for myself and the other ladies at dance class. Over the next three months my fears over Andy’s safety lessen, despite my heart dropping like a lemming off a cliff in lead boots when I read in one of his early letters that he’s being deployed to the middle east. We maintain our previous level of correspondence and I read each letter at least a hundred times (an exaggeration I know but it feels like it) before putting it in a special box file with all the others, each letter more sexually explicit than the last as our need and desire grows.
Then it happens, on the day his latest letter is due nothing arrives. I pay it no mind as the local postal workers have been on strike so it’s probably sat at the distribution centre waiting for them to catch up after. A day becomes three, three become a week, the week turns into a fortnight, the fortnight into a month, then six weeks. Over that time I naturally begin to panic. I call the local DC but they say the backlog has been cleared. I try the army, just to be told that they can’t tell me anything as I’m not listed as his next of kin (he hadn’t got around to changing it to me from his mom). In the end I try his mom, I call 10 times in three days but she never returns them and the three letters I send are returned with “piss off bitch!” scrawled on the back in large letters. As the days go on my mind drives me crazy with thoughts that he’s either found a nice army girl he likes better or... well, I don’t want to think about the other option.
Barely sleeping or eating I start to fall into a deep depression, every time I close my eyes I see him with some curvy blonde in a uniform, their relationship growing closer with each bullet they dodge or mission they complete.
Finally, when I’m at my wits end, a letter finally drops onto the mat. I run over, scooping it up with pure hope in my chest, a hope that drops as I look at the handwritten envelope, the feminine but faintly familiar sweeps making my heart fall to my stomach. I tear it open, my resolve being that if it is a “Dear Jane” he’s got his new floozy to write because he’s too chicken to tell me himself, I may as well get it over with. I scan the letter, immediately realising that it’s actually from Andy’s mom, the fact that the entire first half of the three page letter is nothing but insults, insinuations and accusations. Then she finally gets to the point. I read and reread the words over and over, finally dropping to my knees crying “no” over and over as the tears running like rivers, what’s written there shattering my heart far more than any betrayal could.
Just a heads up, the next chapter concerns the next 18 month and Charlotte's recovery from losing Andy, it will be non-erotic with only passing references to masturbation. I dont expect it to be the most popular of chapters, I'm only adding it for those interested in the full story. Those only reading for the sexual content may want to wait for chapter 13.