Charlotte and Andy enjoy the first day of their reunion.
After the sofa we moved to the bed, quickly moving Mr Snuggles to a chair and stripping each other completely. Stopping only for dinner, we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening fucking, 13 weeks of built up desire driving us to do it in every position imaginable, Andy filling all of my holes over and over until we finally collapsed, completely exhausted at 2.30am and quickly slipped into our favourite sleeping position with Andy spooning me from behind.
Hey guys, Charlotte/Charley here, your favourite (I hope lol) forced DNA rewrite M2F transwoman (see first chapter)! Currently buzzing from all the orgasms my hunky man has given me in the last 16 hours! (Well most of them, minus a few for sleep lol).
I awake to Andy’s hand gripped tightly on my right breast and his hard cock throbbing between my ass cheeks, heat from his breath on my neck sending quivers of pleasure down my spine. Not one for missing an opportunity to surprise him by his waking to find me performing a sexual act on him (we had already agreed mutual consent on this, whomever awoke first was free to do anything to the other), I reach down between my legs, intending to rub myself wet before sliding his cock inside me and fucking him. I find myself already very slick, guessing that being held by a warm human body instead of a cold furry one was making me horny. Nevermind, it just meant that I could proceed to stage 2.
Moving my hips forward slightly, I reach back and grip his manhood, aiming it at my sopping hole before scooting back gently and sliding the head inside me. Once safely nestled an inch within me I slide my ass back, taking his entire shaft until my cheeks meet his groin, groaning involuntarily as it stretches me wide, my walls spasming around the hard flesh.
I rock my hips slowly, moving forwards until just the head is inside before sliding back, taking the whole thing. I gradually increase the pace, gasping and moaning as it fills my tight pussy, the muscles quivering around the invading shaft as my orgasm starts to build, a white fire spreading from my crotch across my body. Andy grunts in his sleep, his hand subconsciously squeezing my breast in time to my movements and his hot breath ragged on my neck adding to my pleasure. I lose myself, rocking harder and faster, taking him deeper as my walls quiver excitedly over his hard cock making the fire burn brighter inside me as I push myself towards climax, panting and groaning gutturally with unbridled desire, my walls gripping his throbbing shaft with each thrust. Andy stirs behind me, his eyes opening slowly, realisation setting in.
“You started without me, naughty girl.” He growls playfully, thrusting to meet my movements and squeezing my firm mound, my hard nipple digging into his palm. He kisses from the back of my neck round to behind my ear, nipping at the lobe, his fingers press my breast harder, massaging the flesh with his fingers, his breath ragged as his own orgasm rises within him.
“Couldn’t help it...” I gasp, glad to have a more active partner. “Cock hard... poking ass... breath stimulating...”
“Oh really?” he growls again, slamming his dick harder into me, rolling his hips and adding to the burning bliss pulsing through me, his shaft throbbing as he takes our love making to a new level, our bodies slapping hard against each other with urgent need. My fingers and toes twitch crazily as my body starts to jerk and convulse as I near my release, Andy decides to edge me, to increase my pleasure by denying this climax, so he suddenly pulls out, making me whine and pushes against my ass with his hand preventing me impaling myself on his twitching cock, only managing to graze my outer lips on his tip.
“Andy, please!” I beg, feeling my orgasm subsiding, desperate for that heavenly release. “I was almost there!”
“I know.” He replies with an unusual bluntness, slightly relaxing and allowing me to get the first few millimetres of his cockhead into my entrance, driving me crazy and making me squirm. “I want to play a little game where you can’t cum until I let you, up for it?”
“Oh you bastard!” I huff with a little anger, still trying to push back onto him. “Fine.” Pulling back a little, he rolls me over to face him.
“You’re not mad are you?” he asks with genuine concern.
“A little,” I admit, softly. “it can be a bit irritating when you make snap decisions like that.”
“I’m sorry, how about we change the rules?”
“What do you mean?”
“You ride me and I have to try to push you off just before you orgasm. If I fail we end this session and I don’t get to cum, if I win I get a free request.”
Mulling the proposal over in my mind and unable to stay mad at him for long, I nod. “Okay.” He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him again so I'm straddling his lap and places his hands beneath my thighs ready to lift me off in this orgasm denial game of his. I aim his cock at my literally dripping pussy and slide down, impaling myself fully on his rock hard flesh, moaning as I feel the fire reignite within me. I roll my hips making his manhood stimulate my g spot and grind my clit against his crotch, gradually moving faster and harder. “This is going to be easy, I’m already halfway there.” I think to myself as my nipples harden on my swaying breasts, my internal walls squeezing and sucking on his shaft, small twitches of my muscles rippling along it. I look down to see Andy watching my chest, seemingly mesmerised by the movements of my twin mounds. “That’s it,” my internal voice states happily “concentrate on my tits, it’ll make hiding the other signs of my impending release easier.” I speed up a little, not enough to give myself away, trying to make him to think I’m nowhere near as close as I actually am (which is pretty damn close!) and let out a low moan, as I watch his gaze fixed on my breasts, the incredible feeling of his dick sliding hard against my g spot making my pussy twitch harder, the fire burning brighter with each roll of my hips. I lean forwards, moaning as his manhood stretches me wide, my juices running like a river as I power towards my climax.
One thing I had forgotten was that, although I could easily control the outward signs, I couldn’t stop the involuntary internal ones and my pussy was betraying me like a best friend that sleeps with your man for months behind your back, my love tunnel playing an absolute symphony on his prick, twitching and squeezing rapidly and telling him exactly what he needed to know.
At just the right moment, as I was about to explode, he flips me off him with a little too much force, I land on my front on the sheets cursing loudly and hitting the bed with my fist. “DAMN IT!”
Andy chuckles at my frustration making me kick him gently and playfully in the shin. “You win.” I say huffily. “What’s your request?”
“I’ll have that later.” He replies, crawling towards me cautiously. “for right now, I owe you an orgasm. Kneeling above me, he pushes me onto my back and shoves his way between my legs. “Let’s give it to you properly.” Thrusting forwards he buries his manhood deep inside my twitching pussy and starts to pound me viciously, making me squeal in surprise and pleasure, watching as my breasts bounce crazily beneath him. I cry out with bliss, gripping the headboard tightly with quivering hands and opening my legs wider, allowing him to fuck me harder as his cock drives me wild. Involuntarily spasms rack my body as my orgasm powers towards me, my pussy muscles juddering along his shaft as it violates my intimate region with increasing ferocity, my squeals and groans merging with his grunts as he fucks me raw, pumping me mercilessly as sloppy noises emanate from my soaking wet womanhood. I arch my back, thrusting my bouncing bosom at Andy, my cries echoing around the room, increasing in volume as he drives his pulsing cock harder and harder into my spasming hole. My body tenses, locking completely as my climax hits, washing over me in increasingly intense waves making me scream and squeal, my hands clamping on the headboard as Andy grunts with the pleasure and exertion of his movements, fucking me forcefully through my release. It eventually subsides and I pant heavily as Andy continues fucking me, heading for his own climax.
“Fuck me! Pound my little pussy! Take what’s yours!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking straight into his eyes, my cheeks flushed red from the incredible feeling flooding my body. Andy leans down, kissing me passionately as he fucks me even harder, our grunts and moans muffled as the bed protests with the force of our love making. Feeling him swell inside me, I wrap my legs around his waist, making sure I don’t restrict his punishing thrusts, his grunts into my mouth becoming more urgent with his impending release. With one last deep thrust he explodes inside me and I tighten my legs around him, pulling him deep and holding him in place as he unloads his thick, hot seed directly into my waiting womb, triggering my second orgasm and I let out a long, loud satisfied moan into his mouth, our kiss becoming harder, deeper with each spurt of his spunk and convulsion of my body.
Finally spent, he pulls out and lays on his back, wrapping his arm around me as I snuggle up to him with a satisfied smile, my hand stroking his chest and stomach.
I circle his belly button with my forefinger, Andy chuckles as I tickle it and plants a soft kiss on the top of my head, pulling me closer and giving my ass a good squeeze, I sigh contentedly as I feel his morning load drip from my pussy, its warmth tracing a line down my inner thigh. I’m so engrossed in teasing him I don’t hear him when he speaks, leading him to pinch my rear, making me yelp.
“I said I think someone’s jealous.” He chuckles as I look at him with confusion. “Huh?” I ask, my fingers stilling on his stomach.
“Mr Snuggles,” he states with a nod at the giant teddy bear, still dressed in Andy’s pajamas, the dildo of Andy’s cock strapped to the bear’s crotch tenting the fabric as it sits in the comfy chair in the corner of the room. “He’s been glaring at me the whole time.”
I turn my head to look at it, an apologetic smile on my face. “Sorry Mr Snuggles, but you’re plastic cock is no match for the real thing!”
Andy bursts out laughing, giving my ass a playful swat. “Speaking of which, ready for another round?” he asks, drawing my attention to the tent in the silk bedsheets above his crotch, his manhood already recovered and ready for round 2. Reaching further down I wrap my fingers around his throbbing thickness, still slick with our combined juices, and start to slowly stroke it, eliciting a loud groan that gets drowned out by a rumble from his stomach.
“I think I’d better feed you first, need to keep your strength up.” Reluctantly releasing his cock I slip from his grip and the sheets to pad naked downstairs to the kitchen, swaying my hips enticingly at him, a trickle of semen and pussy juice creating a jagged river down my inner thigh. I’m in the middle of cooking him a large full English breakfast when he walks in, his semi erect dick growing hard again at the sight of me.
“Just an apron, huh?” he quips, eyeing my bare ass. “like your picture.” He nods at the photo hanging on the wall and I playfully strike a pose, mimicking it.
“I’ve had to ban male friends from this room because of that!” I tease, turning back to the matter at hand. Andy slips his arms around my waist, holding me from behind with his hard cock slipping between my legs and rubbing along my slit.
“They can look but I get to play.” Andy purrs into my ear, kissing my neck and making me shiver with pleasure. “and I can’t wait to play again.” He moves his hands inside my apron, slipping them over my breasts and squeezing as he gently thrusts his hips, his shaft smeared with the fresh pussy juice leaking from my hole. It takes everything I have to resist letting him take me right then and there.
“B-breakfast first, darling.” I gasp, switching off the cooker and starting to plate up without moving from that spot, on the verge of giving in and allowing him to pound me over the counter. “P-please...”
He nips my earlobe and withdraws, making me wish I had just bent over and let him enter me. With slightly trembling hands I place his breakfast before him as he sits and take my place opposite him, placing my own plateful before me. As we eat I can’t help rubbing his cock with my foot, teasing it with my toes as I simulate a blowjob with one of my sausages after dipping it in the runny yolk of my fried egg.
“You little minx.” He jokes making me giggle, his right hand pulling my foot harder on his raging manhood as he uses his toast to mop up the last of the bean juice with the other. After a few minutes he gently pushes my foot away, gasping. “Too close, I want to cum somewhere else on your body.” Giving him time to recover, I decide to press an urgent (to me anyway) matter.
“You still haven’t said what happened with your mother.” I look quizzically at him with a gentle smile. “Was it really that bad?”
The look on his face says it all but I listen sympathetically, sipping on my orange juice as he tells the tale between gulps of his coffee. To cut a long story short, after a long screaming rant at him on her doorstep over the dangers of being in the army, she told him that until he quit, went back to “safe” security work and ditched “that fucking whore” (guess who), he was no longer her son and wasn’t welcome in her house. Seeing his look of dejection and feeling a little guilty for bringing the subject up, I decide to raise his spirits. Gently pushing my chair out, I slip under the table onto my knees and crawl towards him.
“What are you doing, babe?” he asks with a bemused chuckle, leaning back to look down at me.
“Just being a fucking whore.” I reply before kissing his balls gently all over, sucking lightly on his scrotum and teasing them with the tip of my tongue. I add more kisses as I work my way up his shaft to his raging purple cockhead, covering every millimetre and then back down to the base. Sucking gently on his scrotum again, I feel his hands gently grip my head, not in a controlling way but as encouragement and I slowly lick the bottom of his cock, twirling my tongue around it’s base repeatedly before working my way up, over the smooth skin and prominent veins to his glans, lapping at the small stream of precum leaking from the slit.
I lick around the head and glans, gently sucking the tip at timed intervals, stroking his shaft with my hand at a steady pace until he groans and bucks his hips involuntarily (my favourite part in the early stages of giving him a blowjob) which signals that he is gagging for me to take it into my mouth, I tease him a little before I duly oblige in my “whore” duties, slipping the head in and sucking as my tongue swirls around it. He tugs softly but urgently on my head but I resist his pleas to take him in, sucking on the head and twirling my tongue over it until he whines with urgent need and I slide my lips down his pulsing cock, taking half it’s length with practised ease, licking it as I bob my head with a gradually increasing pace and watching the look of bliss that sweeps over his face, humming happily to further his pleasure. His hands knead my hair as I enthusiastically suck him, my fingers teasing his balls in time with my movements, his hips jerking and dick twitching, growing even harder as I push him closer to release. He groans loudly as my sucks and licks on his shaft drive him to heaven, my head bouncing on his manhood hungrily as his body starts to twitch and spasm.
Sensing his urgency I take his entire manhood in, the head slipping down my throat as my lips meet his groin. I hold still, rippling my throat muscles and smiling at the loud moan that escapes his mouth. Pulling back until just the head is inside I delve down, taking it’s entirety and holding again, repeating until he looks down at me with dreamy eyes and I gaze innocently back at him, knowing that seeing me like that will push him over the edge. Sure enough, with a garbled warning he holds my head tight on him, his cockhead buried deep in my throat and stiffens, shooting his seed straight down my gullet, grunting and jerking with each spurt that I hungrily swallow until his hands drop by his sides, his body sagging with blissful exhaustion.
I slowly pull my head from his body, sucking as I slip his softening prick from my mouth, gathering every last drop and swallowing it with a satisfied moan. Crawling out from under the table I give him a long, passionate kiss that he returns enthusiastically, reaching up to squeeze my ass rhythmically, our tongues dancing against each other with sheer passion. Breaking it, I slip off my apron, dropping it on the table. “I’m going to freshen up. I’ll wash up the breakfast things after.” I walk away, running my fingers up his stomach and chest teasingly and head upstairs.
Hitting the shower, I decide to shave my landing strip leaving my pussy completely bald, resisting the urge to play with my smooth crotch (okay, okay I had a little tease, just to check it was properly shaved), I wash quickly and dry off before moisturising my skin, slipping on a silk robe (for warmth not modesty) and returning to the kitchen to see Andy putting the last of the freshly washed and dried breakfast things away in the bottom cupboard. It’s my turn to hug him from behind, wrapping my arms around his body as he straightens, pressing my breasts against his back and resting my head on his shoulder blade.
“I was going to do that, you’re technically my guest.” I murmur as I squeeze him tight.
“If a woman slaves over a hot stove all day for a man, least he can do is the dishes.” He replies, turning to face me and wrapping his own arms around my body, pulling me against him, mashing my breasts to his chest.
“You got that from ‘Bride of Chucky’.“ I retort, giving him a wry smile.
“That’s what I get for falling for a horror nut.” he replies. “It’s true though, every time you cook for me, I will clean up after. Even when we’re married.”
‘Even when we’re married...’ The phrase sends a shiver of pleasure through me, the thought of spending the rest of my life with this man is this version of me’s ultimate dream. It’s funny really, if you had told my former male self, that in a year or so’s time I’d be biologically female and ready to marry my perfect man at the drop of a hat, I’d have sent you to the funny farm. Yet here I am.
Anyway...
I won’t go into it too much but we spent that entire first day having sex, ranging from sensual love making in the bedroom to intense, passionate fucking in every room of the house (except Mae’s room, too weird), the garage, the garden (several times, all over) and in the shower (we ended up having to wash our own bodies as every time we touched each other we’d get horny, we ran out of hot water 3 times but we didn’t care). In fact, we only stopped for lunch and dinner or if we needed a short rest.
Then there’s the incident involving the back seat of my car. Our original intention was to have a bit of a break and go grocery shopping (boring I know), so we got dressed and headed to the car. However, I made a few very obvious and fatal errors.
The first is a bit of a double whammy, not only did I decide to wear a VERY tiny G string under my short, thin, strappy summer dress, I also chose a red one, not only Andy’s favourite but lingerie of that colour makes him instantly insanely horny.
The second was being lazy and throwing the shopping bags into the car from the passenger side rear door. Now, you may not see why this would be an issue but I’ve always had (even as Leon) a bit of OCD when it comes to cars, everything has to be exactly as I want it before we can go anywhere and I wanted the bags behind the driver’s seat, not on the back seat. So I have to crawl in on hands and knees to put them in the right place, giving Andy an unobstructed view of the red G string splitting my pussy lips and ass crack.
The third is expecting Andy to be able to control himself for more than 5 minutes, especially considering we had just finished a rather vigorous anal session over my dressing table (cue needing to buy more make up as some of it got smashed) but I guess that underwear was too much for him to take as, just as I put the bags where they needed to be, I feel the string being moved aside and a hot, wet tongue slide along my slit and twirl on my clit from behind.
“Andy, what are youooooooooooooooh!” I moan as he licks me, his hands gripping my hips and holding me in place as his tongue starts to take me to heaven for the umpteenth time in the last 24 hours. He expertly licks and sucks on my lips and clit, increasing in strength, making me claw the fabric of the seat and pant heavily as my pussy moistens rapidly under his touch.
He spells out “I love you” on my clit, making me quiver before slipping his tip between my folds and teasing my entrance, lapping up the fresh juices running freely from my hole, not a single drop landing on the seat. After teasing my twitching opening for what seems like an eternity he slowly slips his tongue inside me, swirling it and teasing my inner walls and g spot, a loud, long groan escaping my throat, my hips pushing back trying to bury his face deeper into me as I barrel towards the precipice. My pants and moans grow louder as he tongue fucks me, thrusting it as deep as possible and rolling it around my walls. He teases my clit with his thumb, driving me even crazier, the pleasure building insanely fast at the multiple stimulation. My muscles start to spasm around his tongue as a nudge to my anus by the tip of his nose pushes me over the edge and I explode hard, screaming incoherent words as he pushes me through the exquisite waves of bliss, sucking and gulping the nectar my pussy squirts into his waiting mouth, my mind going fuzzy and making me giggle uncontrollably.
Without even a second to recover I feel him remove his face from me and hear the faint ring of a belt followed by the rasp of a zip being undone. I feel hands on my hips and faintly register something rubbing up and down my slit before feeling a familiar hardness fill my still quivering pussy, making me gasp involuntarily as Andy starts to fuck me again with renewed vigour, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds my soaking hole mercilessly. His ferocious cock stretches me deliciously making me scream and squeal, clawing the inside of the door as a second powerful orgasm starts to build, spurred on by his balls slapping hard on my clit.
“Fuck! Andy! You’re insatiable!” I pant, pushing back against him in time with his punishing thrusts, a hungry growl the only response to my words. I manage to lift my upper body with my arms, making my tits sway in the confines of my dress and giving me better leverage to shove myself back on his dick as it pushes deeply into my love tunnel, the muscles gripping and rippling around him as he stimulates my walls and g spot.
For some reason the foggy windows of the car bother me (that damn OCD again) and I manage to roll the window open a crack despite the rocking of both our bodies and the car as it moves in time with our movements. A part of my mind smiles in triumph as the windows start to clear, the rest of it enjoying the incredible feeling of the hard fucking I’m receiving from the man I love. The pleasure soon overtakes any OCD in my mind and I scream as Andy pushes me harder and harder towards orgasm.
“Fuck me! Fuck my tight little cunt!” I cry out as my pussy quivers around his pounding shaft. “Yes! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fu-... Oh shit!” MY blood runs cold as the last of the fog clears from the window, giving me a clear view of my elderly neighbour looking on in shock from her own driveway as Andy continues to ravish me, pumping me harder and completely unaware of our impromptu exhibitionism.
I smack my hand over my mouth as I hear her say “Good lord!” before quickly walking into her house, doing her best to avoid looking at us. I can’t help but feel a little amusement and a lot of excitement at being caught, that is until I hear another voice say “well, really?!” from behind and manage to look past Andy’s thrusting body to see the young couple who live on the other side (who have two young children) staring at us, the wife with disbelief, the husband looking enraptured by the sight (thankfully, with the door closed, their offspring are too short to see through the window and remain oblivious to the reason there’s a car rocking crazily on the neighbouring driveway), she storms off with a huff only to return to drag her husband away.
Andy slams into me particularly hard, making me return to the matter at hand and I resume moving with him, an extra tingle running through me as we fuck vigorously, his thrusts brutal and punishing, driving me quickly towards an incredible climax. All thoughts of being caught are washed away by the feeling of his large cockhead and thick shaft stretching my pussy walls, the upper ridge stimulating my g spot deliciously and his thumb playing a fast symphony on my hard clit. I scream loudly as the dam breaks, my orgasm hitting harder than ever and numbing my mind as I entered pure heaven. Andy quickly follows suit, roaring as he pumps his seed deep inside me, my spasming and convulsing pussy walls pushing him over the edge. My body stiffens as his warm fluid coats my insides and fills my womb until it leaks from between our bodies, running thickly down my leg. Andy pulls out and sits back, admiring his handiwork as I twitch with aftershocks, gasping as I slowly come down.
Having straightened my G string and dress I roll the window back up and open the car door, checking to see the coast is clear before grabbing Andy’s hand and quickly leading him back to the house, unlocking the front door and locking the car in the same, smooth motion (thank God for a remote keyring). I pull Andy inside and close the door leaning against it as I burst out with embarrassed laughter.
“I thought we were going shopping,” he says before noticing that I’m almost wetting my knickers. “What are you laughing about?”
“I... (giggle) don’t think... (haahaha) Mrs Entwhistle or... (snigger) or the Stewarts... (long laughing fit) will ever look at us... (more giggles) the same again!” I manage to say between fits of laughter. When I see the bemused look on Andy’s face I burst into an absolute fit, gasping for air between laughs. “She now knows... (hahahaha) what I look like... (loud sniggers) getting fucked hard... (chortle) from behind... (gasping laugh) and they know what... (hohoho) your ass looks... (giggles) like giving me... (hard laugh) that fucking!”
With a loud snort Andy starts laughing, realising what’s happened which sets me off into an even harder fit, falling to the floor and giggling so hard I can’t breathe, tears streaming from my eyes as the amusement keeps flowing. It takes about 10 minutes for us to calm down, although shared glances make us chuckle hard.
Too embarrassed to venture outside again we decide to leave the shopping until tomorrow, though we still take a break, curling up on the sofa (Well, he sits and I snuggle into him with his arm around me, his hand gently stroking my hip) and Andy channel hops until we come across “Music and Lyrics” (the only rom com I had ever enjoyed watching as Leon but, to be fair, he had had a thing for Drew Barrymore) that’s just started so Andy leaves it on, quietly enduring it (including me singing along slightly off key to the cheesy pop song) as he knows its one my current form’s favourites (This is one of the reasons I love him so much, he’ll do things like that even though he hates those kind of films, just to make me happy).
About halfway through the movie I get a call from Sally, she and Josh had just returned from a very much needed break at an adults only spa (I’ll go into the reasons in the next chapter), to organise setting up Andy’s welcome home party tomorrow (which with all the sex I’d forgotten about). She was naturally surprised to hear he had already arrived and asking how we were going to get ready without spoiling it. I suggested the boys could go to the local pub for some “guy time” leaving us free to gossip (I could tell from the tone in her voice something was up that she didn’t want to talk about in front of Josh, whom I could hear in the background, or she would have mentioned it already), the boys agree to our proposal and we set the time, ending the call with me telling Sally not to worry, which was our way of saying we knew when things weren’t right with the other.
I cuddle up to Andy again for the rest of the film, giggling when he taps my ass in time with the pop song over the credits, giving it a good squeeze at the end.
“What do you want to do now?” I ask with a flutter of my eyelashes, hoping its something naughty. (I should have mentioned earlier that I had told him how I had wanted to surprise him in that wedding dress, oops!)
“I think I’ll call in my request from this morning.” He states with a mischievous grin.
“What is it?”
“I want to make love to you whilst you wear a certain dress,” My heart flutters at his words. “THE white one.”