As Charlotte deals with the loss of her baby and Phil faces the consequences of his actions, Charlotte receives all the live and support she needs to recover and has an unusual relationship with an old acquaintance
***Author’s Note: The first part of this story covers details of SA, DV and child loss, anyone sensitive to that kind of thing should skip to the part after Phil is sentenced for his crimes (it’s the bit about Karma). The apparent speed of Charlotte’s recovery is not meant as an affront to the many victims of these crimes, the treatments and therapies created merely to expedite the story. I truly wish that they were real solutions available to victims of those horrific crimes and for those who have suffered the loss of a child. The strength and resilience of survivors I have personally met is a true inspiration. No-one should ever have to go through those experiences.***
“Very lucky.” That’s what the doctor had said. “Very lucky not to have been killed by the fall.”
I didn’t feel very lucky, not at all. It wasn’t the broken ribs, the multiple breaks in my right arm and leg, the hairline fracture to my right hip or the bruising to the entire right side of my body and face that made me feel that way, it was the thick bruise across my stomach, the very thick throbbing bruise spanning my now empty stomach that did. That’s right, the fall had killed my unborn daughter, my other organs protected from the impact by my pregnancy as I slammed belly first 2/3 of the way down the stairs, the second impact on the floor causing my other injuries (one area where I was lucky was that I had no internal bleeding, though the doctor’s said it was an extremely close call).
I lost my baby daughter, I’m very lucky my ass.
Welcome back or hello if you’re new. I’m Charlotte/Charley, a 28 nearly 29yo biological woman who once was a 45yo man forced to swap genders by being injected with an experimental serum against my will. In my short new life I’ve been raped and hypnotised to deal with the trauma, lost the first love of my life in a terrorist attack, sexually used by one guy who thought he could dictate my life, used as a last hurrah by a soon to be groom and finally forced into pregnancy by a guy I thought loved me, who was just using me to give his dying mother a grandchild, one that became superfluous for being the wrong gender when another came along that was the right one. There have been some good times, some VERY good ones but I’m not in the mood to list them right now. Shall we continue...?
I will say that Phil at least had the presence of mind to call an ambulance rather than leave me screaming in agony on the floor, claiming I had tripped whilst walking down when asked what happened. After fixing my other injuries they induced labour, checks by both the paramedics and at the institute’s medical section confirming that there was no foetal heartbeat. I delivered her fairly easily due to her small size and named her Emily. They let me hold her tiny body in my uninjured arm as they were finally able to administer the pain medication I had been begging for, once the afterbirth had come out. Even under the buzz of morphine I had fought and threatened them when they tried to take her away, only releasing her when I finally fell into a tear filled, drug induced sleep.
The first thing I did upon waking was to demand to see her, only to be told that her body had been released to the mortician for preparation before her burial, currently being organised by my parents who had taken several pictures of her, one of which was currently held in my hand. Afterwards I was interviewed by the doctor and a detective, their suspicions raised by the fact that my injuries didn’t match the kind I would have if the alleged stumble had happened. When my statement confirmed that he had in fact pushed me they arrested Phil, I later heard through a sympathetic officer that he had confessed to everything (through the same officer I would learn that he was actually proud of what he’d done), being charged with attempted murder, manslaughter of an unborn child, deception with intent and a staggering amount of counts of rape. Thinking I wouldn’t be able to handle the full details of what he’d actually done to me, the Police gave me an extremely watered down version, officially stating that he had used me sexually ‘a few times’ whilst I was unconscious and omitting many of the derogatory things he had said about myself and our baby. Despite her part in it they saw no point in prosecuting his mother, due to her terminal illness.
I spent over two months at the institute recovering, being moved to my old room once the doctors were happy I was out of danger, even spending Christmas and my 4th birthday in this form there but in no mood to celebrate either. Regular visits from my family, Sally and Josh, Steve and Amy, the numerous bags of Get Well Soon cards from work and friends that Mae brought after they were sent to my house (she was housesitting again), the many sessions with the therapist and reassuring visits from Dr Langstrom (mainly to check my treatment was holding) where she used her technique to quell my reoccurring nightmare of the fall and some of my emotional trauma, concern over my previous behaviour after I was raped (see chapters 1 and 2) leading them to believe I was a candidate for self harm, possibly even suicide and deciding it would be best to try to nip such behaviour ‘in the bud’, as it were. This incredible level of love and support all helped to slowly ease my pain and heartbreak.
It also takes months of numerous sessions with the therapist for me to be able to walk up or down stairs without stopping and gripping the bannister for dear life until any men I meet have passed me, though my hand does still tend to tighten on it even now (I’m telling you all this 18 or so months in the future, remember? CH.1 being nearly 5 years ago in a 6 year story). My parents let me choose the outfit Emily will be buried in (one of the pink dresses), ensuring it wouldn’t happen until I was well enough, the institute being kind enough to cover the funeral costs. I won’t go much into that, suffice to say that my dad and brother had to effectively drag me, kicking and screaming, from sitting by her grave when they wanted to close the cemetery for the night.
Returning to both home and work also help, Amanda suggesting we join a gym together to help recover my figure and give me something to channel my pain and anger through, though we put that off until I’m given the all clear by the doctors. I also donate all the baby things I bought to a young local couple I find through their appeal on social media, who are struggling to buy everything they need for their own daughter, due to arrive in a few weeks (except one of the pink dresses that I retain as a keepsake), I pay a local moving company handsomely to deliver it to them within 48 hours.
Something that took me completely by surprise was how supportive Evelyn and John were, especially Evelyn who was absolutely horrified (as was John) to learn what Phil and their mother had done, storming out of her mother’s house when she gleefully told them everything, including how she and Phil saw me as just a ‘baby factory’ and ‘only useful for giving her the grandchild she wanted so desperately’, Evelyn and John vowing that neither of them would ever see their baby boy. Though we hadn’t initially got on that well, Evelyn became not only a rock for me but also a very close friend, supporting me through my recovery and even asking me to be Godmother to little Archie, a request I happily fulfil. We remain close after they have to move away when John gets a major promotion at work a year later, keeping in regular contact and visits, especially 3 months later when they welcome their daughter, Charlotte (yes, after me), to the world.
Due to their connections, Knightsbridge were able to surreptitiously able to access the full details of Phil’s confession in a tran*********** created for the courts, Mr Knight and the therapist sharing it with me at an unrecorded meeting, believing I should know the full extent of what he did rather than the watered down version I had been given. He admitted to swapping my birth control for fakes, coercing me into sex and all those nights when I felt unexpectedly tired? Yeah, he drugged my wine and raped me, not just once but multiple times each time, resting for a short while until he was ready to use my unconscious form again, even tying my legs with some of my silk scarves so my pussy was angled in such a way that his sperm wouldn’t leak out of me, making sure to release me when he was finished. The only times he left me alone was when I had my period. When asked why he had pushed me down the stairs, the tran*********** revealed that he had matter-of-factly said that both I and our unborn daughter were “no longer needed”, that I was “only useful for breeding”. To him Emily was just “an unwanted brat he now didn’t have to worry about raising or supporting”, amongst other truly disgusting things I don’t dare to share. When asked what he would have done if his sister hadn’t also become pregnant he said coldly that he would have “married me and let his friends use me for fun” and if I refused he would have drugged or beaten me into submission as, according to him, being his wife I had to do anything he said. It’s safe to say he truly wasn’t the man I had initially thought he was, whether he was just a good actor or if I was blinded by love I’ve never figured out. Either way it made me feel like even more of a worthless fool than I already did.
At his sentencing it was revealed that in total over the 12 weeks after moving in, 3-4 days of each one and an average of 4 but sometimes 5 times each time he drugged me, he raped me up to 196 times (“a few times”! Yeah, right!) and showed no remorse whatsoever, even turning to smirk at me making me feel sick to my stomach and wholly violated, Evelyn gripping my hand reassuringly as the details were read out. When asked if I wanted to make a victim statement I simply stated “You ripped my little girl from me.” staring straight at him, Stone faced with eyes that burned like the fires of Hell, the room falling completely silent and his cockiness falling away completely.
He was imprisoned for 18 years, put on the sex offenders register for life and given a restraining order from contacting me in any way, shape or form upon leaving prison. He wouldn’t even look at me as he was led away. If you’re wondering, due to the severity of his crimes and full confession, his case was pushed almost to the top of the queue, deemed to dangerous to be roaming free in society and held in prison until his sentencing. He was imprisoned a week before Evelyn gave birth.
After the sentencing I make my daily visit to Emily’s grave, half kneeling on the damp grass as I replace the old pink roses with fresh ones (I don’t know why but every time I think of her they pop in my mind) and gently clean her headstone, removing the stray grass from the recent trimming, feeling the usual painful jolt in my heart as I lightly run my fingers over her name (she has my surname, not Phil’s).
I haven’t really thought about the supernatural and that kind of thing in this form but Leon was fascinated by it, soaking up any and every story, theory and picture he could, even finding a tale about a man in America who saw his 8 year old self climb the stairs towards him after a small earthquake, whilst visiting his childhood home. I can’t say for definite what I’m about to tell you was a supernatural encounter but it was certainly weird.
“Hello.” I hear a young voice say, glancing to my right and seeing a little girl, about 5 years old, stood watching me wearing a bigger version of the pink dress Emily was buried in, her pigtailed hair a bright fiery orange like my own.
“Hi there!” I respond with a friendly smile, a little concerned as I can see no-one else in the nearby area. “Are you ok? Are you lost or with someone?”
“I’m with mummy.” She says, rocking on her feet. “your daughter.” Nodding at the headstone, the matter of fact tone to her voice catches me off guard.
“Yes, I never got to meet her properly though.”
“I like my name.”
“Is your name Emily too?” I ask and she giggles in response. “I wonder what kind of a mother I’d have been.” I sigh and look down sadly.
“You’ll be a wonderful mummy,” She says, making me look back at her, a sweet smile on her face. “her baby brother and sister will love you lots.”
“I think I’m done with all that.” I sigh, giving her a half smile. “I don’t think I could bear any more pain if it happened again.” I look back at the headstone, my hand absently straightening the toy bear in it’s protective case.
“Wait for the man in the nice suit who gives you your hat, you think you lost him but he’s the one.”
I turn back to her confused but she’s gone, I stand and look over the tops of the other headstones, thinking she’s decided to play hide and seek suddenly but I can’t see her anywhere.
“Excuse me, Miss.” I turn to see the Groundsman, Bill (he looks like ‘Crazy Ralph’ in Friday the 13th but sane), approaching. “Oh, its you Miss Charlotte (he’s always called me that). ’Fraid we’re closing for the day, I’ll have to ask you to go.” He looks curiously at my confused expression. “Everythin’ alright?”
“You haven’t seen a little girl, have you, Bill?” I ask. “Hair like mine, wearing a pink dress?”
“No, ‘fraid not. Is she with you?”
I shake my head. “She said she was with her mum. I was just talking to her right here a moment ago.”
“You’re the only visitor I’ve seen in the last hour, Miss. I’ll keep an eye out for her though.”
“Thanks Bill.” I respond, heading to the carpark, a shiver running down my spine as I replay the encounter in my mind.
One last thing before we get to the good stuff.
I know they say karma is a bitch and if it is, I’m glad that bitch seems to have my back.
The first part is that Margret, Phil and Evelyn’s mum for those that don’t know/forgot, took a turn for the worse a month before Evelyn gave birth, dying before she could even lay eyes on the grandson she so desperately wanted.
Remember Mark? The groom to be who used me for a last hurrah in Ibiza before tying the knot? Well it turns out he borrowed Ben’s (his brother) camera and took a load of photos of my naked body whilst I slept, including some ‘selfie’ style ones that showed him grinning and putting his erect cock to my mouth and pussy lips on the night we slept together, uploading them to his computer and putting them in his ‘spank bank’ folder. His wife found them whilst looking for some insurance information, the time stamp confirming that they were taken on his stag week and now their getting divorced. How do I know this? She managed to track me down from the subfolder name (my name and city, apparently I wasn’t the only one, he had been cheating on her for half of the relationship) to get my side of the story and I told her everything, including Ben’s revelation when they left. She thanked me for my candour and assured me she did not blame me for what happened.
The third is somewhat gratifying but also disappointing. A few weeks into his sentence, Phil’s ego got the better of him and he let it slip that he had killed Emily in his attempt on my life to his cellmate, a man who was serving multiple life sentences for stalking and killing every member of a certain ‘P’ word ring that had groomed and raped his two young nieces (TBH I would have given him a medal instead). This man had made it clear to Phil early on that he had a deep hatred of those who harm children, even unborn ones but it seems Phil didn’t listen or care. He asked Phil for clarity, nodding as he gleefully shared the full extent of his true crime, biding his time and waiting for Phil to be asleep before gashing his jugular with the sharpened handle of a toothbrush, causing enough damage for him to bleed out in less than a minute. He was given another life sentence, stating that he “would never walk out of prison alive so what did he care?”. Though I no longer had the possibility of Phil tracking me down despite his RO after prison hanging over me, I had wanted him to suffer, locked in that tiny room, for what he did.
Being the sole heir to either of their wills (Phil’s death automatically transferring his share of their mother’s to her even though she died first), Evelyn sells everything and donates the money to struggling SA, DV and child loss charities that did amazing work, despite being underfunded (insisting that as both she and John have well paying jobs, they don’t need it). With her trust fund extremely healthy and earning good interest, Mae asks me do the same with my monthly allowance from the institute, helping them to flourish.
As I said before, Amanda and I start going to the gym, though I lost most of the extra weight during my recovery, I still needed to flatten my stomach. I hire a personal trainer to help me focus, the fact that I didn’t reach full term meaning it will be quicker than normal for me, an intense routine, 3 days a week should have me almost back to my pre pregnancy figure in just over 6 months, Amanda becoming my buddy and supporting me through the both the good and tough times.
It’s funny how over the course of just 3 months, guys who wouldn’t give me a second glance at first when they saw my stretched stomach peeking out between my sports bra and leggings, suddenly want to make ‘friends’ now that it’s much flatter and more defined, some even asking me on dates that I politely decline as I’m still not confident enough about my body to start that sort of thing, as well as my many trust issues. I will admit that the increased attention does help my returning sex drive, though I haven’t gone any further than fingering myself yet. However, the itch is becoming enough to make me decide to start showering at home rather than at the gym, giving me an excuse to use a certain toy (see last chapter) regularly, not that I needed to justify using it.
I don’t know why I’m nervous, drinking three glasses of wine to quell them as I wait for the battery to charge. As soon as the light goes green I grab it and run to the ensuite, already naked, pushing it home a little hard in my building excitement. I switch the water on, washing myself until I feel brave enough to activate the control, the pussy dildo slipping smoothly inside my velvet tunnel and thrusting steadily, my confidence slowly growing as it builds my pleasure and pushing me to increase the pace, goosebumps forming on my skin as shocks like electricity emanate from my womanhood, making me activate the vibrations, gasping as my excitement jumps dramatically, my legs trembling and my fingers clawing the tiles. I let the machine fuck me, enjoying the exquisite, very much missed, feeling of fullness with each inward stroke, the sensation of the vibrations making me gasp as they travel deeper within my soaking pussy. Nearing my first climax I take it up a notch, setting it to just below maximum, the dildo now almost pounding me and the vibrations so intense I see stars in my eyes, my legs jerking, my walls gripping the thrusting shaft hard as it rapidly moves within me, loud “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahs” accompanying each blissful stroke. I hit maximum, the machine now fucking me to oblivion, the vibrations so powerful I can only squeal loudly as my entire body shakes with my imminent release, my quivering hands firmly on the wall before me. I finally explode, the waves of my orgasm intensifying as the machine continues thrusting deep and hard into my spasming hole, my eyes squeezed tightly shut and breath ragged, my pleasured cries echoing around me until I start to come down, switching the toy back to medium on both speed and vibrations. My breasts heaving as I pant hard, small tingles streaking through my body.
“Fuck it!” I think to myself, turning the central control to the left and engaging the anal unit (I remembered the right controls this time ;) ), reaching back with my still twitching hands and spreading my cheeks as it pushes into my anus, it’s intrusion welcomed this time. I press the ‘unify’ button, the dildo in my ass matching the one in my sensitive womanhood, both thrusting deep and hard at a steady, quick pace. I groan gutturally as the vibrations travel through my walls and bowels, my hands now gripping the still running shower head tightly.
As the fire of my second climax burns hotter, I put it up a notch, steadily working my way up the settings, the ecstasy increasing exponentially the higher I take it, letting the machine pump me for a few minutes before proceeding to the next level. The penultimate setting almost makes me fall, my knees weakening as the toys slam home into my holes with incredible ferocity, the burning pleasure in my anus almost matching the throbbing waves from my pussy, both clenching firmly on their respective invader, gulping down huge breaths, my heart hammering in my chest. “Maximum” finishes me off, with the dildos thrusting and buzzing crazily inside my holes, giving me a sensation of being truly full of an intensity that is absolutely mind numbing. I cum, my body shaking so hard my cries escape my lips in small pieces, my fingers gripping the metal head of the shower until it hurts, not that I can feel much pain with the exquisite bliss thundering through me. With just enough consciousness left I reach and twist the control, stopping the machine and gasping as it’s appendages slide their way smoothly from my gaping holes, barely hearing the soft click as they resume their storage positions.
I collapse forwards against the wall, letting the cool spray on my back help me to come down, my holes jerking as they return to their normal size, eventually recovering enough to wash my body again as the water begins to warm. I clean off the dildos, thanking them, before switching off the shower and wrapping my body lightly in a towel robe, heading to my bedroom and admiring my progress in the mirror, I’m barely halfway into my course and my stomach is already much improved, the barest hints of abs under my tighter skin. I rub some anti stretch cream in and look at the time, realising it’s far enough from bedtime to get in a couple of cheeky glasses of wine and reread the latest playgirl before I need to go to sleep as there’s an interesting... article in it that I’ve been trying to get through. Yeah ok, I’m going to stare at the main model’s impressive manhood for a while again and see how long I can resist touching myself. I’ll tell you now, it wasn’t very long at all.
It’s strange to me now, thinking how disgusted I was at the idea of looking at naked men back when the therapist dropped that first issue of this magazine on the table between us just after my transformation, with it now being a regular tool in my self pleasure (I have quite the collection of them, returning to old favourites when I get bored of the current one), though I was still mostly ruled by Leon’s psyche back then with the hope of changing back still forthright in my mind.
A week later, something happens that boosts my ego and sense of desirability hugely. As I arrive at Steve and Amy’s for her birthday party, she tells me she has a surprise for me, leading me to the large living room where a familiar face is stood talking to Steve.
“Simon!” I squeal a little too happily, rushing over to hug him rather tightly, my heart fluttering at the contact of our bodies. “How are you? It’s so good to see you!”
“Hi Charley,” he says when I release him enough for him to breathe again. “I’m great, are you OK? I’ve heard you’ve had a pretty tough time of late.”
“Urgh, don’t!” I respond with a wave of my hand. “I’d rather not go into that right now but I’ll tell you all about it later, I promise. So, how do you know these guys?”
“I started working with Amy a few months ago, we became good friends quite quickly and when she said there would be an old friend at her birthday party, I didn’t realise it would be someone I had such an intimate connection with.” (I had told Amy about the wedding and shown her the photos)
“Are you dating anyone?” I ask, trying to hide the hopeful tone in my voice that the response will be negative.
“No, I did go on a few dates but none of them really worked out. You?”
“Kinda avoiding that at the moment,” I say solemnly. “the last one... well...”
“Tell me when you’re ready.” He takes my hand giving it a reassuring squeeze, my heart jumping at his touch, in a good way.
“No Mike and Helen tonight?” I ask Amy, noticing their absence.
“She’s due to give birth any day now, so they had to back out.” She replies with a slightly worried look.
“Oh... that’s... great for them. Is she really that close already?” I can’t help feeling a pang of sadness, they had held off telling me about their ‘happy accident’ until after Emily’s funeral even though she was obviously showing. I do feel genuinely happy for them but can’t avoid the painful jealousy that comes with it. I was the same with Evelyn, only able to hold my tiny Godson for a few minutes at a time before breaking into floods of tears, eventually reaching the point that I could for a quite a while with only a few tears or sniffles.
“Here,” Simon passes me a large whiskey. “let’s catch up with the rest.”
We circulate, talking to the others, most asking me how I’m coping. Keith and Carrie are here without young Nancy as she’s staying at her grandparents (we’ll go more into them later).
At 10.30pm their phone rings, Amy puts it on speaker when she learns that it’s Mike calling to announce that Helen has given birth to a healthy baby boy, named Alan, the jealous pain rises in my heart again but I fight it, not wanting to taint such a joyful moment. We take it in turns congratulating them and I do well until it’s my turn.
“Hey Mike and Helen, congratulations guys! Welcome little Alan!” I singsong the last part with far more happiness than I feel.
“Charley, hey!” Mike’s voice booms from the speaker, Helen’s “Hey!” just audible in the background. “How are you?” I’m just about to lie and say I’m fine when Alan let’s out a small cry, shattering my resolve.
“I... I... I...” My face falls as tears well in my eyes.
“Take a breather in the garden, they’ll understand.” Amy tells me, squeezing my hand. I get up and head outside, breathing down huge gulps of air and fighting my tears.
“Want to talk about it?” It’s Simon, holding two fresh glasses of whiskey. I wrap my arms around him, burying my head in his chest as I lose the fight, sobbing freely and soaking his shirt, he manages to put the glasses on the nearby table and holds me tight until I have nothing left but dry heaves. When I finally let go I half sit on the table, nursing my whiskey as I tell him everything Phil did to me, the deception, the rapes, the attempt on my life and the fact that he was happy he did all of it, every tiny detail.
“God! If I could get my hands on him!” his anger plain on his face, he takes a large gulp of his own whiskey. “I’d bloody kill him.” His protectiveness warming my heart considerably and making other parts tingle, I seriously consider making him a proposition, right now he’s the only man I feel I can truly trust, maybe even sleep with.
“Too late,” I tell him, he looks at me quizzically. “he made the mistake of revealing what he’d done to his cellmate, who’s prepared to kill to protect children or avenge them.
“I hope it was painful.”
“He opened his neck so bad there was no chance of saving him.” I sip my own drink, more to quell my nerves of asking Simon to do delicious, naughty things to me than the memory. “it’s just a pity he did it whilst he was asleep.”
“At least you’re free of him.” He squeezes my hand and I feel myself get wet for the first time in a long while from a man’s touch. I decide to just ask him if we can have sex together again.
“Simon,” I blush hard, tilting my head down but looking up at him with my eyes. I bite my lip nervously. “Do you think maybe... I mean, would you like to... could we...”
With perfect timing Steve pokes his head out of the door, spoiling the moment and making my nerves get the better of me.”Er, guys, Amy’s going to cut her cake, if you want to...”
We both nod and head inside, I happily let him slip his arm around my waist, my own curling over his, leaning my head on his shoulder until we sing happy birthday and toast Amy with our drinks.
“So, what did you want to ask me?” He asks as I lean my head back on his shoulder as she cuts the cake.
“Doesn’t matter.” I sigh, far too nervous to ask him now.
We fool around whilst eating the cake, flirting with each other, him putting a blob of frosting on the tip of my nose and licking it off, I accidentally hit his eye when I flick some at him. I feel so relaxed around him, like all my troubles are far away and forgotten. I honestly think I’m falling for him, not minding when he jumps in to lick some dropped frosting from my left breast, in fact, it has me dripping wet. He does look at me with happy suspicion when I ‘accidentally’ drop some more on my breasts three times but that doesn’t stop him licking those off either. Our behaviour does not go unnoticed by our hosts...
An hour later it’s just Steve and Amy, Keith and Carrie, Simon and I left at the party. Amy turns to me looking a little awkward.
“Charley, do you remember what we used to do when you came to our parties with Andy?” She asks cautiously.
“You mean the dice?” I look at her for confirmation.
“We were kind of hoping,” she continues still as cautious. “as you and Simon have already...”
“Would you be willing to have some fun, with Simon as your partner?” Steve’s impatience gets the better of him.
“You don’t have to.” Simon and Amy say in unison, Simon gently holding my hand. I think about it, realising I would get what I was originally going to ask Simon for anyway. I nod.
“Okay, I’m in.”
“You’re sure?” Simon asks gently. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to, after Phil....” I look him straight in the eye.
“I want to,” I smile reassuringly. “You’re not like him, I know that and, to be honest, I haven’t had anything inside me that’s not made of silicone in months... who’s better than someone I trust with one I’m already familiar with.”
Now to tell you about Keith and Carrie. Keith is a cuddly man, slightly overweight but not much. He wears glasses and has a greying black goatee beard, always cracking jokes and having a laugh. Carrie is a cute blonde, midway between Amy and I in figure with a slight ‘mom’ bump from having Nancy. She too likes a good laugh, both have very dirty senses of humour.
This time I lose the majority of my clothes within the first few goes. When Simon rolls “lick” and “breasts” I drop my dress, leaving myself in just my tiny lace thong.
“Wow! You look great!” Carrie gasps as she sees my nearly normal stomach. I turn slowly, letting them all have a good look.
“Intensive workout routine,” I tell her. “Still got a ways to go though.”
“I think you look fantastic.” Amy states admiringly. Except for Simon, who’s also admiring my belly, seemingly enraptured, the boys are just staring at my tits.
“You have got to give me the name of your trainer!” Carrie begs.
“Julian at WoGym.” I tell her. “You’ll be safe with him as he’s gay.”
I sit back down, Simon encouraging me to lay back across the sofa. He spends the entire two minutes kissing, licking and caressing my stomach, telling me between kisses how beautiful and perfect it is, his attention and words doing more for me than if he had given them to my breasts, like he instinctively knew what I needed.
On our next go I roll “suck” and “cock”, quickly pulling off his trousers and boxers, taking his semi hard dick into my mouth and sucking him to full hardness in seconds, teasing the head and glans with my tongue. Something snaps inside my mind and I don’t stop after two minutes, deepthroating his entire shaft hungrily as I move my mouth along his shaft, sucking him hard as he slips down my gullet. I feel his hands on my head, trying to pull me off and I hear him tell me to stop as my times up but ignore him, devouring his hardness like my life depends on it. Amy tells him to leave me to it, I suck harder and faster as I feel him twitch, his balls jumping in my palms as his orgasm nears. With a deep groan he ejaculates into my throat and I hold him all the way inside as his thick spurts shoot straight down, swallowing every drop until I feel him start to soften.
Finally pulling my mouth from him, I climb up his body, kissing him passionately. I break it, looking deep into his eyes.
“Make love to me, please.” I beg him, kissing him again and trying to pull his shirt over his head, realising I’ll have to stop to do so. After finally tugging off his shirt I practically leap on him, grinding my pantie covered pussy against his hardening manhood, moaning needily into his mouth as my tongue dances with his. With his hands under my ass cheeks he stands, lifting me seemingly effortlessly and lowering me to the cushions, breaking the kiss to work his way down to my breasts, sucking and nibbling my hard nipples until I’m begging him to go lower.
Upon reaching my stomach he once again kisses and licks my flesh, twirling his tongue around my bellybutton, making me gasp as blissful shocks spread from my pussy over my body. He pauses briefly, telling me he’s not sure what part of me he likes the most before working his way down to my quivering mound, taking my soaked panties in his teeth and sliding them down, dropping them unceremoniously onto the floor.
“I think we have a winner.” He declares, spreading my legs and leaning in to inhale my musky scent, teasing my folds with the tip of his tongue and making me squirm. A light sweep of his tongue up my slit and over my clit makes me gasp and grip the cushions tightly, he does it again and draws a similar, stronger reaction before slipping his lips around my clit and sucking, gradually increasing the pressure as I writhe and squeal in pleasure. He slips two fingers inside me slowly, teasing my g spot as I reach down, pulling his mouth harder onto my sensitive nub, his fingers and mouth growing stronger, the sheer bliss making me arch my back, my erect nipples pointing straight at the ceiling.
Through hooded eyes I can see the others just sat watching us, the two girls naked, the boys still have their tops, mutually masturbating with their partners as I pant heavily, Simon’s mouth and fingers expertly working on my twitching pussy, the steady but intense suction on my clit and his fingertips tapping my engorged g spot helping my climax thunder towards me, my toes clenching, body twitching spasmodically as my gasps become louder and more urgent, nearing the point of no return. At last I can take no more, my body jerking as he sucks and fingers me to orgasm, my panting gasps filling the room as I claw his scalp, my walls squeezing his fingers and I squirt my juices over his hand.
“Fuck! That’s beautiful!” I hear Steve say, awe dripping from his voice, Amy now sucking his manhood as he rubs her pussy vigorously.
“I’m struggling not to cum!” Keith agrees, Carrie’s hand jerking his solid cock as he slams his fingers into her soaking hole.
Simon smoothly slips his fingers from me, finally releasing my clit from his lips and sucking my juices from his digits, grinning as I slowly come down.
“Mmmmmmmm! Yummy!” he states appreciatively, reaching to grasp my hands gently, pulling me up for a deep kiss. “I think they’d like to see me fuck you now,” he nods towards the others who have paused briefly. “lean over the table.”
I nod, stepping next to the table, kneeling down and resting my forearms on it’s smooth, hard surface, parting my knees and offering my ass to him. I feel his erection nudge my entrance, throbbing so hard I can feel it through my lips. “Give it to me.” I purr, pushing back towards him, eager for his hardness to fill my velvety tunnel.
A single, smooth thrust and he’s buried to the hilt, a pleasured “oooooooooooh!” escapes my lips as I feel the sensation of being filled by a live, warm, throbbing cock for the first time in what feels like forever. I raise my hand to stop him.
“You ok?” the concern in Simon’s voice obvious.
“Fantastic,” I breathe in response. “I just want to savour it for a moment, it’s been far too long.” Clenching and releasing my muscles around his thickness. “Mmmmmmmmm!” I nod, letting him know I’m ready.
He takes it steady at first, I lay my head on the table, gasping as he invades my womanhood in long strokes, the others continuing their own enjoyment as they watch, Carrie and Amy both well on the way to their second orgasms, the boys fingers pumping them hard whilst having to stop them stroking as their both close to cumming themselves. Seemingly sensing my need, Simon quickens the pace, massaging my ass cheeks in time with his thrusts, giving each a light slap every now and then, making me squeal and giggle. His thick head spreading my tunnel and bumping its ridges as it glides within, rubbing my spongy g spot with each pass, steadily building my pleasure.
Once again, he seems to know instinctively when I want him to go faster, taking his movements up a notch, making me groan deeply as his thrusts rock my body on the table, his one hand gripping my hip whilst the other spanks my ass regularly. Both Carrie and Amy stiffen, their legs and arms twitching as they cry out in ecstasy, their second orgasms rolling over their bodies and helping to spur on my own. He starts to pound me, fucking me mercilessly and spanking me hard, the slaps resounding around the large room accompanied by my screams of pleasure, my pussy convulsing uncontrollably around him and pushing me to orgasm, my head snapping up, “AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” I scream loudly as my body shakes with bliss, the waves of my climax flooding my body with ecstasy and making me claw the table. Despite the fact the girls stopped stroking them a while ago, both Steve and Keith cum too, their pearlescent white semen splattering over both their own body and their partner’s. Simon pulls out, making me whine at the sudden empty feeling as my pussy clenches, trying to feel for his cock.
He lays on the floor, beckoning me over and I crawl to him, swinging my leg over his lap and hovering my dripping hole above his pulsing dick, sliding myself down his penis, my womanhood swallowing it gladly. Even though I’m still twitching with aftershocks, I start to ride him hard, bouncing rapidly along his shaft and gasping as he reaches up, massaging my breasts with his hands as I fuck him, the boys already recovered from their releases, resuming their assault on the girl’s pussies with their fingers as the girl’s jerk their manhoods, their hands sticky with residual spunk. I ride him crazily, pumping myself on his cock, another climax building fast.
“Go, Charley, Go!” the girl’s chant in breathy, bliss filled voices, answered by the guttural groans coming from my throat. All three of us ladies twitch in unison, each gasping and groaning, our releases near. Filling the room with a mixture of squeals, screams and groans we girls cum together, Simon holding me up via my breasts as I jerk spasmodically atop his lap, my walls rapidly milking his cock, desperate to feel his release within me but he hangs on. Carrie and Amy both jerking as Keith and Steve continue throughout. I collapse next to Simon, gasping as I slowly come down, smiling blissfully at him.
I let out a gasping laugh as he picks me up and takes me to the table, laying me with my ass right on the edge, opening my legs and putting his cockhead to my entrance, growling as he slides straight in and thrusts hard, my breasts bouncing wildly with the force of his movements. He leans over me, thundering his rock hard, pulsing cock into my wetness, the sheer force making my mind swim as he powers us both towards orgasm, leaning even closer and kissing me as I wrap my legs around him. I whimper into his mouth, my eyes rolling back as I draw close, again, either through instinct or ESP he seems to read my mind, a growling “mmm hmm” rolling from his mouth into mine as I beg him to cum inside me in my head, his strokes becoming faster and more urgent, I feel his dick swell inside me, his own orgasm about to burst.
Shaking the table enough to make the empty glasses fall to the floor, he pounds me to my release, my spasming, clenching hole succeeding in drawing his own release from him, with a loud, triumphant roar echoing around my mouth as he starts to fill me with his potent seed, his thrusts becoming hard jerks as he floods my womb, a high, happy squeal escapes me as I feel the warmth of each spurt hitting my walls, a dreamy expression spreading over my face as he breaks the kiss, panting hard as he thrusts, slowly stopping as his climax subsides. As my mind starts to clear, I gaze at the others, Carrie and Amy both licking the boys fresh semen from their hands as they groan with the last ebbs of their orgasms fading.
Once we’ve all recovered, Steve and Amy offer us one of the guest bedrooms to share. We slip between the sheets, making love again and enjoying a simultaneous orgasm before falling asleep, cuddled close with my hand on his stomach, just above his soft cock and his firmly on my ass cheek. In the morning he wakes me with a kiss and we fuck again in the ensuite shower, with me leant back against the wall and my leg over his shoulder as he thrusts deeply, making me scream with two blissful climaxes before filling me with his own.
After saying goodbye to our hosts I offer him a lift home via a nearby pub for breakfast, not quite ready to part from him just yet. We chat as we eat and he makes me laugh with silly jokes or by playing with his food, I have to admit that I love being around him, even to the point I’m seriously debating whether to just ask him out and risk a bad break up or leave things as they are but find a way to see him more, maybe even having sex with him again.
“Penny for them.” He says over his third mug of coffee, making me look at him a little confused. “You looked deep in thought.”
“Oh, I uhhh...” I blush, trying to find the words without sounding weird or creepy. “it’s just... I love being around you, you seem to have this magical way of making me feel carefree and alive.”
“Thanks,” he grins. “I do my best. So, what were you thinking about?”
“I shouldn’t...” I say with a embarrassed smile.
“C’mon, spill. I promise I won’t judge you.”
I let out a long breath. “There’s a part of me that... *sigh* I want something more between us, ok, but I know I’m not ready for that just yet again, thanks to Phil, and I don’t want to risk losing you if things go wrong, but...”
“Go on.” He squeezes my hand gently, encouraging me.
“I, er... I like having sex with you,” my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “and I’d like for us to, you know, on a regular basis but I can’t see how we could without being in a relationship. I mean, if you wanted too, of course.”
“Of course I do,” he kisses my hand. “I really like you too and I get what you mean. If we do get together then it should only be when you’re ready.”
“So, what do we do?”
“There is one way, if you’re willing.”
“What is it?” I look at him curiously.
“Friends with benefits.” He says with a mischievous grin. “When one of us gets the urge we call the other for a hook up and if you do eventually feel ready we just switch to dating properly.” I blush again, my pussy wetting at the thought of being able to have him whenever I wanted. “What do you say?”
“Ok, I’m game but...” a horrible thought pops into my mind. “What if... what if one of us meets someone we like more? If you meet a girl or I find I’m ready but want to be with someone else, what then?”
“Well...” he looks at me sincerely. “we’ll just have to agree to go back to being friends only and deal with it. If you’re having second thoughts...”
“No, no!” I smile reassuringly. “I just have a habit of overthinking sometimes. Seriously, I’d love that kind of thing between us.”
We finish our drinks and I drive him the rest of the way to his house, stealing glances at him, following his directions until we pull up in front of a nice semi-detached in a good area of the city. I walk with him from the car to his front door, drawing out our time together. He kisses me, holding me tight and making my knees weak, a familiar tingle down below.
“Charley, I, uhh...” he starts, looking a little nervous. “I know we’ve already had sex three times in the last 12 hours but...” I place my finger on his lips gently.
“Show me to your bedroom.” I tell him with a hungry grin, squeezing his hardness through his trousers. I don’t leave his house until 7pm that evening, feeling rather tired but extremely satisfied, my panties already soaked with our leaking many combined juices.
The arrangement lasts about 5 months, though we originally intended to hook up once or twice a week we actually spend most nights (and even entire days when we’re both off work) in, but not limited to, either his bed or mine, sometimes we have sex in other places, my car, his van, even in a secluded spot in the local woods, obviously having to abstain when I have my monthly but more than making up for it afterwards. It’s funny that in all that time I only actually call him about 15 times for some fun, the rest of the time he calls me, many being just as I’ve thought about doing it myself, I swear that guy could read my mind, even across the 5 miles between our homes. Unfortunately for me he falls almost instantly for a new girl at his work, Deborah. He is kind enough to tell me straight away and we do hook up one last time before he asks her on a date, they officially announce their relationship a few days later and I do cry a little but I'm happy for him, if rather jealous of her. We do, however, become good friends, she and I often comparing notes when we’ve had a bit too much to drink. Though I may have lost out on this occasion, I realise that the whole thing has boosted me enough to feel ready to find love again.
Over the next two months leading up to my 5th birthday (30th physically) as Charlotte I decide to try dating, going on a few dates (8) over that time but it’s obvious they’re not looking for anything serious, either in it for sex on the first date or to cross ‘fuck a redhead’ off their bucket list, I politely decline a second date with the few that offer after they don’t get any on the first, the lewdness of their messages making it clear what they’re after. One guy even proposes! One date and he wants me as his wife! I don’t know if I should be ecstatic over it or completely creeped out, either way I let him down gently. Though you may think all this has put me off dating, it hasn’t, I just need to wait for the right man to come along.
For my birthday, Sally insists I hold a huge party at my house, telling me she has a very special surprise lined up and that I should avoid inviting my mother but there’s no need as dad is severely unwell again. She and Mae spend the day with me shopping, having a spa session and helping me prepare the food and drinks for tonight. By 8.30pm the party is in full swing, the girls coercing me into wearing a sash with ‘birthday girl’ and a tiara with ‘30’ in the center. The drinks flow freely and the conversation soon turns to sex and crushes, trying their best to try to get me to spill all about Simon, forgetting that Deborah is at the party and becoming a little annoyed that I won’t share (Deborah and I had agreed to only discuss him between us) they finally give up. Sally heads to answer the door when the bell unexpectedly rings, walking back in carrying a boombox and asking us all to sit down, telling me to sit in a seat that’s been placed in the middle of a ring of chairs around the room, she also removes my sash and hangs it on the back of the chair.
Once we’re all settled she presses play and a sultry rumba beat begins to play followed by a muscular guy in just a posing pouch and cowboy hat dancing into the room, the girls cheering as he dances around the ring, waving his crotch close to their faces, letting them stroke his pouch before finally turning and approaching me, my cheeks burning as he straddles my legs and rubs his bulge along my cleavage rapidly, using his finger to tilt my chin to look at him, blowing me a kiss.
I hide my embarrassed grin with my hands as he goes around the room a second time, once again letting the girls stroke and tease his increasing bulge, turning towards me once more and thrusting his hips as he starts to undo the bows on his hips. Whipping off his pouch and revealing his semi hard, currently 8 inch cock, he approaches me again and rubs his manhood over the upper flesh of my breasts, tapping it on my cleavage and thrusting it towards my face, gently pulling my hands away and telling me to “kiss it.” I plant a light touch of my lips to the head, the girls screaming and whooping in delight, my cheeks burning hot enough to fry eggs on.
For a third time he dances around the ring of women, letting them stroke and tease his shaft until it’s a rock hard and twitching 12 inch monster, returning to me and holding up a can of squirty cream, everyone going crazy as he sprays a long line down his cock and a huge blob directly on his cockhead, nodding at me to lick it clean. With little hesitation I lean down, licking him clean from base to tip before engulfing his huge head and sucking it clear of the sweet, fluffy cream, the girls going absolutely nuts, the noise of their cheers and cries of amusement deafening. He pulls himself from my mouth, the resounding ‘pop’ swallowed by the ruckus, heading around the ring, letting those that wish to lick more cream from his manhood, one of them being Mae, although she’s in her early 20s and sexually active by now it’s still a shock to see.
This time when he comes to me, and after getting me to suck a long line of cream from him, he slips the straps of my dress off my shoulders and down my arms, revealing my bare mounds. He sprays the cream all around his shaft and takes a breast in each hand, placing his dick into my cleavage, pushing them together and starts to tit fuck me, the noise level now drowning out the music completely. I can’t help but watch as the head thrusts towards my face after disappearing beneath my firm flesh, an exquisite tingle emanating from my pussy at the sensation and making me crave this monster cock deep inside me. He gently pushes my head down and I open my mouth, the head sipping between my lips each time and I suck it as best I can, tasting his salty pre-cum, moaning around it’s thickness.
After a few minutes of pounding my cleavage he releases my breasts, standing so his cock is level with my mouth, I open it wide and he slides the first few inches inside, gripping my head firmly but gently and starts to fuck my mouth. Sucking him in on the inward strokes and taking him gradually deeper with each one I place my hand on his ass, encouraging him to go harder and further, caressing his balls with my other, moaning around his thickness as it starts to slip down my throat, his groin finally bumping my lips as I swallow his entire length, much to the girls amusement.
He thrusts harder, fucking my face with a steady, hard pace as I suck and groan on his shaft, tasting yet more pre-cum as I tease his balls and pull his ass towards me, noticing for the first time that Sally is filming the whole thing when she comes in for a close up of his cock disappearing between my cherry red lips, a smear of lipstick running along his length, a surprised, muffled “Sally!” vibrating through his shaft from my throat. His legs begin to twitch, his balls jumping in my palm as he pounds my mouth, his cockhead slamming into my gullet making a small trickle of drool run down my chin and drip onto my breast, the girls now chanting “Cum! Cum! Cum!” as his pace quickens further, urgent groans from his mouth joining my wet, sloppy moans as he reaches the critical point, slamming his dick as deep as possible, his scrotum tightening in my hand and his ass cheek spasming against my other. Roaring, he starts to pump his semen into my hungry throat before pulling out and shooting the remainder on my face and breasts, his last two spurts splattering my tongue as I engulf the head again, sucking until he’s completely spent and licking him clean, two of the girls coming over to quickly lick the mixture of cream and his spunk from my breasts as I scoop the rest from my face, cleaning my fingers with a mischievous giggle and grin.