Chapter 2
Clinging almost desperately to Robert's slumbering body, Charley finally allowed herself the luxury of drifting into semi-consciousness and dreams. The blazing afternoon sun sapped her energies and engulfed her naked body with its persistent fingers of heat. She tossed restlessly against the man who had brought her to this vacation paradise, yet her mind was far away from the beach and the man who had given her her first real taste of erotic abandon. God!! It seemed as if a million years had passed since Charley's first encounter with Robert. By the time he had swept her under his wing, she had been overly ripe for the delights he promised her.
It had not always been that way for Charley. She had had girlish fantasies about sex and men and orgies and a swinging life, but they had never even seemed a realistic alternative to the maturing girl. She knew what was expected of her, fantasy aside, and she had followed the prescribed path without question. After finishing college, she had married her long-time sweetheart, Paul, a talented and promising lawyer who promised her a life of ease and luxury. There was no doubt, at the time, that Charley might want something else for herself.
Neither Paul nor Charley had been virgins on their wedding night, but their clumsy grappling with each other had been unrewarding for both of them. She had willingly opened her thighs to the man she loved, but all he was capable of doing was pumping in and out so fast and so eagerly that he came before she had a chance to become aroused. With a sigh of resignation, the bride closed her legs around the hot come that was trickling down her legs and staining the silk sheets.
"Baby!!! That was great!" Paul whispered to her as he rolled to his side of the bed and went to sleep. Charley smiled faintly, her body telling her that Paul was not right, but her mind accepting their copulation as being the supreme act of love and marriage.
The one thing young Charley had resolved before she agreed to wear Paul's ring was that she would not fuck him until it was legal. Her brief practice and experience came with other men she knew from college, men equally inept at knowing how to give a woman pleasure, men also concerned mainly with getting their rocks off with no regard for the woman whose cunt received their come.
Paul might not have been great in the sack, but Charley was in no position to know anything better. Her young, nubile body ached for release, quivered with pent-up frustration, yet she was too innocent to know what her own flesh was trying to tell her. When she reached between her thighs and rubbed gingerly against her hot cunt, some relief flooded her aching sex. While Paul slept in ignorant bliss, his new wife, secretly and quickly, masturbated until she was unwound enough to fall asleep.
The honeymoon in Florida was an endless pound of nightclubs and tropical drinks that only served to make Paul's fucking more frantic and more rapid, each encounter between the lush silk sheets leaving Charley horny and frustrated and unable to fully understand why she was not as enchanted with the whole thing as her husband claimed to be.
Too often drunk, the beautiful woman would toss and turn while Paul slept beside her. Her drugged mind was filled with erotic fantasies that made no sense against the reality of their love-making. Not knowing what she was doing, Charley plunged her fingers into her hole, full with Paul's hot load, and massaged the velvet walls of her vagina. Her soft moans never disturbed him.
Even when she felt the muscles of her pussy contracting wildly around her fingers, sucking her hand deeper and deeper into the moist cavern between her thighs, she did not awaken her husband. It wasn't much, but the movements of her own hands were all Charley had to relieve her frustrations. Deep inside she already knew that there was more to fucking than what she shared with Paul, but her years of conditioning still would not permit her to express her feelings of dissatisfaction with him. She suffered in silence, while on the outside she smiled and cavorted just the way a young bride was expected to behave on her honeymoon.
Paul took great pride in his wife's graceful beauty. He liked to buy her expensive clothes that showed off her curves and dark, exotic beauty. For the grand finale of their honeymoon, Paul surprised Charley with a long, slinky gown and reservations at Miami Beach's poshest supper club. His eager smile as he presented her with those ultimate tokens of his love, made Charley kiss his cheek tenderly, sorry instantly for the rumblings of discontent she had been feeling.
It gave the young woman pleasure to pamper her lithe body until it glistened in radiant splendor. She lay in a tub of fragrant bubbles, feeling her flesh absorb the rich oils that kept her golden skin as smooth and fine as velvet. Her full breasts were barely visible in the cloud of bubbles, but she reached into the suds and caressed her dark, round nipple until it was hard and firm. She pulled at the tip until a shot of electric pleasure coursed through her limbs making her quiver in delight.
Charley wondered, as she played with the succulent flesh of her tits, why Paul did not find her body as exciting as she sometimes did. All of the articles she had read in women's magazines had prepared her to be devoured by her husband. After all of the waiting and planning for her glorious wedding night, Charley had found only the rapid pumping into her hole with none of the other erotic play she so longed to experience. Maybe it was silly to believe what she had read, but, as the young woman languished in her bath, feeling the softness of her flesh beneath her hands, she wished that Paul could share this with her.
Knowing that her husband expected her to spend many hours preparing for their evening's entertainment, Charley was in no hurry to leave the haven of her tub. She ran her hands along her flat belly until they reached the tuft of dark hair that protected her sex. She parted her thighs and felt the warm water engulf her clit while she opened her hole and slipped a finger inside.
"Mmmm . . she moaned huskily, her voice sounding far-off and foreign to her ears. Those were not the sounds of a proper young lady, a bride and a wife who was expected to enhance the image of her talented husband.
Charley did not care whether her behavior was right or proper. Her body ached for sexual release and all she could concentrate upon was the rapid thrusting of her finger deeper inside her vagina. With each new entry her cunt contracted tightly around her finger. She pressed the palm of her hand hard against her hot clit, stimulating the organ every time she finger-fucked herself.
The warm water was slapping against her wet flesh, caressing her body like a million hands. Her dark nipples protruded from the bubbles as she started to thrash and writhe with the increasing pressure of her hand in her pie. Charley was no longer aware of her low cries of pleasure or her frantic movements. Dark ringlets of hair plastered her cheeks that were flushed with feverish excitement. Her finger kept going in and out of the silken valley between her legs, feeling the sweet pearl at the far end of her sex.
Unable to restrain herself, the young woman grabbed at her full tit and pulled almost savagely on the tip, then released it. She rubbed her hand across the swollen bud faster and faster, each stroke making the distended bud stick , out further and more painfully from her breast. She plucked at the dark nipple again, enjoying the sharp pain that shot through her body.
Her pelvis arched out of the foamy water as Charley sensed the waves of her climax engulf her naked body. She ground her hand against her throbbing clit, her finger jammed as far inside her cunt as she could reach. Her distended nipples grew even more erect and firm as she moaned wildly, exploding in each pore of her body.
Sinking back weakly into the tub full of fragrant bubbles, Charley found herself relaxed for the first time since her wedding. She longed to share her experience with Paul, but a small voice from the recesses of her mind told her that he would not understand or appreciate his young wife's lusty drives or her sexual appetites. She sighed, remembering that she had an engagement for the evening. It was time to leave her fantasy world and begin becoming Paul's wife again . ..
"Are you about ready, darling?" Paul called through the closed door of the dressing room where Charley had been closeted for almost an hour. He was impatient to see his beautiful wife. One thing he knew for certain was that he was the proud possessor of one of the most attractive and alluring females in the world. Not one of his friends or business associates could boast of a wife whose beauty came even close to Charley's. Paul could hardly wait for the first party they would have so that he could show off his new wife.
"In a minute," she answered. Paul thought he heard a note of impatience and reluctance in her soft voice, but easily dismissed the idea when he remembered how women liked to primp until they looked perfect.
Charley stood in front of the full-length mirror staring intently at herself. Her new gown, elegantly cut to mold her sensual body like a custom-made glove, was just the perfect shade of pale ivory to enhance the golden tan she had acquired in Florida. Her bare shoulders and the deep cleavage between her ripe, full breasts shimmered in the soft light. Charley smiled at her reflection, turning slightly to see the low, plunging back of the gown. Her round hips and sleek ass were accented by the rich fabric of her dress as it flowed over her body and cascaded in luxurious folds to the floor.
Her only ornament was a small gold chain with a radiant opal hanging against the bronze flesh between her breasts. The iridescent stone sparkled brightly, giving of a myriad of incandescent colors. Charley had been almost as surprised by Paul's choice of that simple necklace as she had been by his gift of the ivory gown she now wore. Both had been things she might have picked for herself, very simple, yet elegant and provocative. In the past, her husband's taste had been much more flamboyant and a lot less sensual. Maybe, Charley mused, he was starting to see the lusty woman who resided deep inside of her soul, the erotic creature who longed for a way to escape the prison of tedium and proper decorum she had been taught to accept as her lot in life.
A final appraisal of her figure in the mirror convinced Charley the she looked radiant. Her face was still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her nipples were hard knobs, pushing against the clinging fabric of her gown. The dark curls that were Charley's greatest pride, swept gracefully along her shoulders and hung softly down her back. Soft waves barely touched her cheeks as they framed her glowing face and her dark, intense eyes. For a brief minute, the young woman wanted to giggle at the incongruous difference between her elegant gown and her almost girlish tumble of thick, long hair. Yet, the child-woman who met her gaze in the looking glass could riot have appeared more beautiful.
Paul was speechless when his new wife glided into the sitting room of their hotel suite. Her whole body undulated provocatively as she moved, the full swirls of her gown rustling almost imperceptibly around her long legs. He was struck by the ample amount of her golden flesh that the dress exposed, but his fears of her propriety were quashed by the sheer perfection of her total image. Charley appeared as a goddess to him and he was in awe of her voluptuous allure.
"WOW!!" was all he said as they left to celebrate the last night of their honeymoon.
Their first stop was a small, intimate lounge where Paul flamboyantly ordered two bottles of expensive champagne and a selection of exotic and too-costly tidbits for them to nibble on while they toasted their lucky and successful marriage. In a very short time, Charley was light-headed and giggling, feeling herself slipping away from her rather somber and unexciting husband. She let her dark eyes travel over the dark room investigating the other people rich enough and foolish enough to dump their money for the prestige of having been to The Polo Lounge.
"Baby, I just spotted a fellow I know from home ... an important consultant we really ought to know. Let me go invite him to join us for a drink, okay?" Paul asked without even waiting for his wife's reply. Suddenly, their romantic celebration was much less important to him than a promising business encounter. As he excused himself from their secluded booth, Paul noted again how pleasing his wife looked. She would help break the ice with this man; she would show Paul off as a man of exquisite taste!
"Sure . . . invite the whole bar over if you think it might help your career!" Charley said violently, but under her breath, as her husband drifted towards the other end of the lounge. She was sick of Paul's business and his career. She was sick of pretending to be happy when she was bored or angry. She was also getting drunk and decided to continue with that pursuit. At least, if she was high, she might have some fun while Paul was occupied with being the perfect young lawyer who spent money like it was as natural as peeing. She laughed out loud. It still did not completely make sense to her why her husband cared so avidly about what other people thought about him.
Charley cared about the opinions of others, even people she didn't know and would never meet. She cared if men gazed at her with longing and desire. She wanted to feel a man mentally undress her. She wanted to know that her slender, supple body made men want to fuck her and made women jealous. But, she had never gotten to the point where she cared about impressing people she knew so that they would think of her as SOMETHING or SOMEONE. That was Paul's trip. All Charley was aware of was her own basic compulsion to be noticed as a sexy, attractive woman.
Pouring herself another drink, Charley watched her husband leading his captive consultant back towards the booth. In the dim light from the candles she noticed instantly that their new companion was young and very handsome in a rugged, carefree way. Paul appeared very formal and styled next to the shaggy-haired, expensively hip young man. Charley decided that she would not allow herself to be bored that night.
"Eric, I'd like you to meet my wife, Charlotta," Paul said in a formal, rigid tone that made his wife want to giggle. She glanced up sweetly and smiled seductively at the attractive, ruggedly handsome man who stared at her in disbelief.
"Charmed. Please, all of my friends," she exaggerated the emphasis on each word, "call me Charley. Please, join us for some delicious champagne," she finished, her voice low and husky, provocative and inviting. This was a new game for her and she felt herself warming to it instantly.
"Thanks, Charley. Your husband certainly is an extraordinary and lucky man . . ." Eric said as he sat next to Charley in the booth. As he gazed at the woman and watched her actions and heard the double meanings to her words, all Eric could wonder was WHY she was wasting her time with a drip like Paul.
"He thinks so. This is our last night here and we're celebrating. I hope you'll give us the pleasure of your company. Paul tells me that you are also from beautiful, sunny Southern California," she murmured softly, a note of sarcasm in her voice. The champagne made her feel free and comfortable, comfortable to be as nasty as she wanted to be as long as she could do so without being obvious. When Eric slid close to her and she pressed her thigh against his, she honestly believed that her husband was so preoccupied with looking good and creating a proper impression on this young man that he would never hear the barely veiled undertones of her own comments. "Yes, yes . . . we'd love to share this final evening with you, if you don't have other plans," Paul said too eagerly, not noticing that the man was more interested in Charley than he would ever be in establishing a business contact with Paul.
Charley smiled sweetly at her husband, her leg tightly pressed against Eric's muscular thigh. Raising her glass, the young beauty toasted their new friendship. Paul and Eric both heartily concurred with her, although their reasons were quite different and their expectations from the chance meeting had nothing in common. Paul wanted a prominent, important business buddy; Eric wanted to get into Paul's wife's panties. Charley rubbed Eric's leg with her free hand as she sipped down the last of her champagne.
More champagne was ordered. New china dishes filled with taste treats Charley could not even pronounce and certainly did not like kept arriving at their table. Eric ate ravenously, muttering about trying such delicacies in France and Greece and Morocco and other places Charley had never even heard about. She picked at the food and gulped down the bubbling liquid. All she could think about was getting rid of her husband. Then, she would be free to seduce this virile young man who returned her touches with a surprised and interested glance.
Before Charley had a chance to devise a scheme to release herself from the presence of her dull husband, the manager of the exclusive lounge approached their booth very quickly. He showed proper awe at the sumptuous spread the three young people were enjoying. His obsequious bow indicated that he appreciated their obvious position and prestige, a gesture that thrilled Paul more than anything he could imagine.
"Mr. Chappick?" the small man asked deferentially, not certain which of the two men would respond to his inquiry.
"Yes?" Paul replied quickly, eagerly, feeling inflated with self-importance by the fact that he had been singled out in such an important gathering spot for the "In Crowd."
"There is a call for you, sir," the man said, indicating the first booth against the far wall where there was a phone and a garish red velvet stool.
"Thank you very much," Paid answered, handing the man a bill that was far in excess of any tip he might have deserved had he done something totally out of the line of his duty. He smiled and nodded gratefully, shuffling away while Paul strode almost arrogantly to answer the telephone.
"Shit!" Charley muttered when she saw how ostentatious her husband had been. Sometimes, when Paul behaved the way he was behaving this evening, she seriously questioned her own sanity in marrying such a man. Why did all of these status symbols mean so much to him? He was both well-respected and competent in his field, he was invited to the "better" parties and had influential friends and associates. But, that was not enough. He wanted more and more and more, and he acted like a fool to gain entrance into a tight, inner and upper echelon of people that Charley felt certain were even duller and more provincial than the people he already socialized with. She did not understand, and she was beginning to care even less about his mad drive towards the Pinnacle.
"Dear, dear . . . you sound unhappy, Charley," Eric said finally. His hand rested easily on her thigh, his blue eyes were curious as they stared at her.
"He's an ass sometimes. Not that it's a surprise, really. I went to enough of his cocktail parties and business dinners to know how compulsive he was . . . but, dammit!! This is supposed to be a honeymoon. . . ." her voice trailed off. She was not about to tell Eric how miserable she felt about her sex life with Paul. Complain about business or bitch about ambition . . . that was acceptable for a wife. But, never allude to the fact that her husband failed miserably in bed! I Charley had learned that rule. Besides, Paul did not fail himself. He always came. Only Charley suffered the pangs of frustration from his inconsiderate and ignorant banging.
"Getting ahead, my lovely, is the name of the game. The sooner you accept that, the better you will adjust to your life," was all that Eric said. A faint, almost sadly cynical smile played on his lips. Before Charley could pursue the words he had chosen not to utter, Paul was back at the table.
"Sweetheart, we're going to have to leave. I hate to spoil our last evening, but a client is here from California to give me some very important papers . . . papers I've been trying to get from him for months. He's waiting at the Fontainbleu. I'm sorry," Paul explained in a voice that showed he was more eager to see his prominent client than disappointed in spoiling his bride's evening.
"Oh . . . sounds like a real ball!" Charley said listlessly, unable to even muster her anger.
"Paul, why don't you let me take your wife to dinner while you see this guy? We can meet you back here in a few hours and have a nightcap. You'll probably need one after jacking around with a client all evening," Eric suggested nonchalantly. Charley tensed slightly, not certain what she expected to happen, but knowing that anything had to be more interesting than sitting with Paul while he entertained a client.
"Splendid. Thanks a million, Eric, old buddy. I won't forget this, believe me. Have a good time, Charley, dear. Ill be back in no time, I promise," Paul agreed, happy that he could leave his wife with someone he trusted, relieved that he did not have to expose his very conservative, morally zealot client to the naked flesh Charley proudly exposed and flaunted. No, Paul was certain that Mr. Martin would have disapproved of Charley's body, of her gown, of her hair and everything she said or did. Far safer to leave her with Eric!
"Well . . ." was all that Eric said as he poured them each a fresh glass of expensive champagne. Charley moved closer to him, letting her hand travel up along the inside of his leg until she felt the bulge of his manhood. When Eric had sauntered over to the booth with Paul, she had noticed how his tight, low-slung pants had cupped his genitals as provocatively as her own dress showed off her tits. Not knowing what her overt actions would actually lead to, Charley still placed her hand around the bulky organ between his legs.
"Well . . ." she whispered into his ear, her lips brushing against his face and her mouth kissing softly along the contours of his neck. Eric did not encourage her, but he did not move away from her either, a bemused smile on his face.
"This is your night of jubilation, my dear. I am at your service, if you desire dinner or festivities of some sort. Unfortunately, I know Miami Beach too well, or, well enough, to show you whatever you are seeking for a grand finale," Eric told her almost too casually, as though he had played the game too many times before and knew how silly it was.
"Yes . . . take me away from this dreadful place! I want something different, something a bit less polished and exclusive and dreary. I would like to finally have my glorious honeymoon! God knows, I have anticipated it for long enough!" Charley answered, her voice giddy with champagne and her decorum long ago discarded along with her hopes to rejuvenate the sexual excitement that she had expected and prayed for between her and her husband.
"Follow me, lovely lady," Eric said, taking her arm and leading her from the Polo Lounge, realizing that she was his prize for at least a few hours. Her slender body weaved gently against him, aching silently to surrender totally to his guidance because Charley was too tired of calculating and anticipating what was going to occur in her life. Eric appeared suave and confident, and she was willing to abandon herself to him. She knew he would not disappoint her.
They did not speak again while they walked from the bar into one of the large, glamorous hotels that graced Miami Beach. Charley didn't bother to remember the name any more than she questioned their destination. Her lithe, languid body clung to Eric without hesitation. She wanted him to fuck her. She knew he wanted to fuck her. The details of the encounter she gladly left up to him. Eric inserted a key into the lock and escorted her into a room as plush and expensive and conspicuously furnished as the suite she and Paul occupied. Business!! God, that horrible monster made men do funny, pretentious things with other people's money, she thought as she glided inside, feeling every fiber of her body tense and eager for the coupling that was about to occur.
Eric did not bother with the formalities of pretending that they were in his hotel room for anything other than getting down. He didn't even offer the woman a drink. Charley went to the bar alone and poured a tumbler full of expensive scotch, a label she had read about but had never tried. Like too many other things she indulged in, the scotch was part of an erotic fantasy created by slick advertisers who had never known the dull horrors of her supposedly glamorous life. She sucked the fiery liquid down while she hypnotically followed Eric's lean figure into the bedroom.
She sat on the large bed, her long legs crossed casually. Charley had never done anything like this before. Part of her was frightened, but mostly she was intoxicated enough to feel in control of the situation. Eric smiled at her as he picked up the phone and ordered a magnum of champagne, an act even more decadent than Paul's earlier conspicuous consumption at the lounge. The dark woman did not indicate that his act had even registered with her, much less that it reminded her of the man she was trying to escape.
Silence. What was there to say? Eric began to take off his clothes while Charley gazed at his strong, lean young body with obvious hunger. When the room-service banged at the door, he strode away from her avid eyes clad merely in his tight, skimpy shorts. His ass was round and tight, his legs muscular and well-formed. Charley liked watching his semi-nude body.
Finishing the scotch that seared her throat, Charley started to unfasten her garments, began to strip away the fabric that prevented her from rubbing naked flesh- against Eric's young, virile body. Her ivory gown dropped in a heap on the floor. Bare breasts swelling in excitement, the round, dark nipples distended and hard, she bent to smooth the dress. Despite her excitement and sense of true adventure, she remembered that eventually she would have to greet her husband again. It had to appear as though she had behaved properly!
Eric came with the champagne and poured two full glasses, never glancing at Charley's almost-naked body. She took the liquor gratefully, feeling her nerve dying and her gusto waning. But, as Erie turned towards her and appraised the full beauty of her body, his smile of approval was all that Charley needed to continue what she had started. His eyes remained glued to the enticing curves of her hips, the full, swollen breasts and the slim waist that were topped with a dark, mysterious face and eyes that smoldered erotically and promised him that there was a wild animal caged inside the proper body of Mrs. Paul Chappick.
Charley was dying with anticipation for the fucking she knew was about to occur, the fucking she had hoped for from the instant Paul had brought Eric to join them earlier in the night. Now, as they were together in total nakedness, she knew that her wish was about to become true. Eric was with her, Eric was captivated by her in a way that Paul was incapable of. Charley felt her power as a woman for the first time, sensing that she was capable of giving this man as much pleasure as he was about to give her. The entire situation made her even hornier than she had ever imagined possible. What Charley felt as she felt their naked flesh press together was different and more thrilling than her wildest, craziest fantasies!
Every inch of the young woman's flesh was throbbing in anticipation of the fucking that she knew was about to occur, the screwing she had planned in her fantasies from the. first moment her eyes beheld Eric and his well-hung crotch. Now, as they lay silently together in total nakedness, she knew that her most incredible fantasy was about to come true. Eric was still with her, and he was captivated by the dark, mysterious woman who had been turned over to his control for a few hours. The entire, story-book situation was making Charley hornier than hell!
"Do it in the ass," Charley heard herself moan. "Fuck me in the butt!" she murmured breathlessly, not quite certain what made her desire such a foreign manner of copulation.
"Easy, baby, take it easy. I don't like my women to tell me how to screw! I'll take good care of you, don't worry about that, sweetheart," Eric said as he kneeled above the naked woman who was already breathing heavily as she offered herself to him.
Eric bent his mouth down to the hard nipples that were pointing right at his face. He licked them slowly, his tongue making slow circles around the woman's breasts while she squirmed beneath his touch. Charley reached up to pull him down on top of her, but Eric was not ready to leave her full, delicious tits. He sucked them into his mouth, pulling on the tips with his teeth. Charley cried out in pain, a pain that was too close to pleasure for her to object. She was finally having the honeymoon of her dreams!
More champagne was poured. Eric drank his, one hand buried in Charley's tangle of pubic hair. She tried to sit up and gulp more of the intoxicating liquid. He let her drink, then, taking the glass from her hand, poured the remaining champagne down the valley between her breasts.
"Bastard!!" she exclaimed as the cool fluid spread across her belly and ran into the dark bush where Eric rested his hand. He laughed.
Charley felt herself slipping further and further into the strange, exotic happening that Eric showed her. It no longer concerned her that Paul was her husband; she was not even entirely positive that she was not dreaming her encounter with crazy, lascivious Eric. All she wanted was to feel the power of his tool as it plunged into her cunt. Charley wanted to be fucked until she could stand it no longer, until she had to beg for mercy, her own come dripping down her thighs while she opened her cunt in full acceptance of Eric's load of hot, creamy semen.
With his mouth open and his tongue sticking out, Eric first probed the inside of Charley's mouth, tasting her excited secretions as they played an erotic fencing match with their tongues. She pressed her lips to his mouth, wanting to draw him into her mouth as frantically as she wanted to draw his cock into her cunt and her anus and any other place Eric could possibly shove the rod.
Without yet permitting her the pleasure of his whole body plastered against her nakedness, Eric started to lick up the champagne he had poured onto Charley's skin. He followed the sticky liquor down the full length of her body, licking and lapping both skin and champagne until he had his face buried in the dark pubis whose secrets he was about ready to explore. She twisted and moaned underneath him, her hips arching upwards to meet his tongue as it stabbed at the erect clit between her thighs.
Eric pulled the swollen lips of her vagina apart, sucking in the remains of the champagne as well as the perfume of her pie. He was relishing not only the beautiful, willing woman, the extravagance of the silk sheets and the driblets of the champagne he had ordered from room service. He had plans for that magnum that would give dear, lovely Charley memories of her honeymoon unequaled by anything her husband might show her! Maybe this entire situation was risky, but at least Eric had chosen to do it with a kinky style he knew Charley wanted and had never experienced before.
Eric reached down and pulled Charley's full, well-rounded hips up until his throbbing, swollen prick was resting at the entrance of her buttocks. His gaze fell hungrily on those smooth snowdrifts, and his hands came to stroke the velvet skin of her ass. Her golden Florida tan made the paleness of her butt highly desirable to Eric as he watched the woman roll enthusiastically each time he touched her.
"Please fuck me, "Eric! Sink that cock into me . . . put it into my bowels and screw me hard! Hurry, hurry, Eric," Charley moaned, delirious with wine and erotica, feeling her own most fantastic sexual fantasies beginning to be real. She wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anyone, more than Eric would ever know. She was dripping pussy juices continuously, her vagina churning each time she felt his stiff cock touching her body while he tormented her with his mouth and tongue.
Spreading her delicious buttocks with his hands, Eric brought his thick, swollen penis to press on Charley's tightly wrinkled, virgin anus. He reached down underneath his heavy shaft and ran his fingers across her dripping, slippery cunthole. Fingers slimy with her love juices, he applied the lubrication to the length of his rigid pole and to the small entrance of her asshole.
This preparation for screwing Charley made Eric feel good, it made him aware of the power he had as a man. Watching her shiver and writhe in anticipation gave him even greater pleasure, knowing that she would not forget these hours spent together. To further his desire, to make his prick grow even bigger and more eager, Eric grabbed Charley's hand and pushed it down between her legs until her fingers were soaked with the fluid her tight cunt was pumping out.
Guiding her wet hand, Eric showed her how to rub the slick moisture to her own anus, and, then, to his cock. She did not hesitate to follow his instructions. When her sticky fingers felt the large cock and the swollen balls, she no longer required his guidance. Charley massaged his balls with one hand while she ran her other back through the wet valley of her sex and covered her fingers with more of her excited secretions. Eagerly, she placed her sopping hand on Eric's crotch, covering his genitals with the lubrication her pussy was oozing out, touching the full length of her own crack to make it ready to accept the tool Eric was about to plunge into her.
Grabbing hold of his rigid flesh-pole, he moved the tip around the anal entrance provocatively offered him. He pushed hard against the virginal opening of Charley's ass. She gasped with the sharp, wonderful pain of his onslaught. She felt her sphincter muscles roughly dilated, and as the slippery prick dug into her rectum, Charley bit down hard on her lip to stifle the cry of pain that quickly mingled with her scream of ecstasy.
Eric watched his hot cock sink slowly deeper into the distended ring of her hole until finally the entire length of his penis was embedded in her rectum. As he drew back for a second plunge he closed his eyes against the highly stimulating sensation that her tightly-muscled walls generated as her chute pulled against his throbbing cock.
He rammed into her and it felt marvelous because her ass was a territory never before explored. The tightness of her hole caressed each pore of his cock as he pushed it inside of Charley. He pulled out part-way, then shoved his penis back inside with more force, feeling the muscles that guarded her asshole start to loosen up with his movements.
"Oh, YES! Do it in my ass, lover! Do it in my butt! Make me feel you inside of me," Charley shrieked out, not even aware of where she was or what she was doing. All the horny, eager woman knew was that she needed to be fucked. Eric was starting to show her exactly what that meant and she was ready to do anything he told her to do, knowing that the "honeymoon" had begun.
Charley moaned, reaching up to brace her body for the pounding Eric was giving her asshole. She braced herself for the powerful thrusts that reamed her ass and sent the red-hot cock deeper into her virgin rectum. Panting heavily, she dropped her head and looked down between her dangling, bouncing breasts, past her spread thighs to Eric's taut scrotum sac slapping wildly against her spread buttocks. Her eyes misted, glazed with the erotic intoxication of the image she saw. Her wildest fantasies had never included sexual acts like Eric was introducing her to this evening.
Above the wild panting and the pounding in her head, Charley heard her voice moaning and mumbling words of encouragement as Eric pumped in and out of her distended rectum. Even if she woke up and discovered that all of this bawdy sex was a dream, Charley still wanted more! Her body was lurching to meet every thrust of her new lover. Finally, young Charley was getting her first glimpse of what sex and fucking could do to a woman. She wanted to surrender totally to the feelings that coursed through her body.
"Eric, fuck harder . . . harder! Screw the shit out of me, darling!" she screamed, whatever decorum she had retained lost in the passion of finally finding a man who appreciated FUCKING. Charley was crazed as her body let go with orgasm after orgasm, each one so intense that she was lost in the fireworks of release. Nothing she had ever read in any magazine had prepared her for the REAL THING Eric was giving to her.
Eric was driving hard into her rectum, his cock growing harder and harder each time he felt the tight grasping fingers of her ass pull him inside of her hole. He knew that his come was pushing against the head of his cock, ready to fire into the tight pink hole that Charley had given him without protest. Yet, with each lunge into her butt, he found that he wanted to make their fucking last longer and longer. He was not willing to discharge his semen into her butt. Eric had already seen the tight, almost unused pussy Charley shoved towards his body. When he emptied his manhood, he planned to dump it into that pink slit!
Charley could feel the pumping shaft inside of her rectum swell with imminent climax. Her own body was writhing and grinding so frantically, so unconsciously, that she was not certain if she had climaxed. All she knew was the desire to keep fucking, to never stop what Eric made her feel. Her ass ached from the prod that he pushed inside of her, yet, that sweet pain was driving her mad with more desire. He was capturing her whole body and soul with each shove that made her body feel as though his prick had entered the furthest depths of her body. Charley wanted more!
Eric grabbed her hips and began jerking them back and forth violently on his ever-growing prick. She did not resist, only writhed back and forth as her entire body gyrated in acceptance of his sex tool. Charley's dark hair whipped about her face, her slender body thrashing about like a primitive animal impaled from the rear-end by a white-hot poker.
"Don't stop!" was all that Charley could mumble as her rear-end was torn open by Eric's plunging cock. She hurt from his entrance into her virginal hole. Each time his body came forward and filled her ass with his manhood, she felt as if he were tearing her apart, yet, she wanted him to continue. As his semen-filled balls smacked against her bare butt, Charley arched her whole pelvis up to meet him, delighting in every touch their flesh made.
"Slow down, baby. Let me show you what a real orgasm is all about!!" Eric whispered, pulling his aching cock from the tight hole he had initiated. He knew that he had to slow down if he wanted to come in her cunt, if he wanted to play music on her clit until she begged for mercy. For Eric, there was nowhere else to dump his load except for that pink slit right below Charley's dark mound.
Balls aching for release, he pulled away from the dark woman beneath him. She cried out, legs thrashing in an attempt to hold his cock inside of her. Rolling onto his back, Eric dragged Charley over on top of him. She did not know what to do. Their sweating, naked bodies clung together as he forced her to open her legs to straddle his prone body.
Eric's persistent hands pulled her breasts, toying with the dark nipples, until she lowered her moist cunt onto his crotch. Her eyes were closed, her dark hair swirling around her face as her pelvis ground into him. She clung onto his muscular shoulders waiting for Eric to show her what to do next. He grabbed his rod and ran it along the crack between her thighs, pausing to massage her clit. When Charley screamed out and tried to fling her whole body away from that stimulation, Eric gripped her shoulders and pushed her down onto his prick.
"OH! More! No .... STOP!!" she screamed incoherently as his penis touched the end of her valley and massaged the pearl at the most remote recesses of her sex. She could not escape this stimulation. She did not want the feelings that engulfed her to end. Charley was going crazy as Eric continued to manipulate her body on top of his hard prick, his own hips rotating to meet her wild movements as the orgasms took over her whole sensory system and drove her into an exploding, incapacitating mass of flesh astride Eric.
Before he allowed his own aching, thrusting sex to come inside of the crying, pleading woman who rode his cock, Eric made one final, deep thrust into her cunt. Her erupting clit ground against his body as the waves of Charley's climax entwined her being with the cock that impaled her cunt. Her jerking, clutching movements sucked him deeper into the wet hole where Eric longed to deposit his semen. He shoved his knees up, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her body down hard against him. Charley came and came and came.
Feeling her entire pussy open and dripping, feeling the contractions of her vagina as she sucked his cock into her hole each time her body exploded with the initial wave of glory, Eric let his cock discharge its stream of scalding semen into Charley's quaking cunt. Jerking spurt after spurt of creamy white liquid into her cunt, they both rose up enough to see the exact place where their organs were in such ecstasy. His come dribbled along the inner smoothness of her thighs, but Charley treasured that sticky ejection.
Holding onto what remained of their chance erotic encounter, both Eric and Charlie wanted to plan another meeting, another fucking. As they dressed and finished the champagne, not one word was uttered. There was nothing to say. Sex had been more than perfect. The possibility of meeting again was so small that neither Eric or Charley even mentioned it. What they had shared had been incredible.
"Til take you back," Eric began after they were both dressed and uneasy.
"Thank you. I'll find Paul," was all Charley answered.
Suddenly, the glamorous hotel suite was empty, cold and unimpressive for both of them. She did not want to leave. Eric did not want her to leave. It was an impasse. Charley had not yet reached the point where she was certain that her marriage was a stupid disaster. Paul expected her home sometime that night. She planned on being there with him.
"Call my husband, okay? He wants to see you about..."
Eric cut in with a hostile voice that cut Charley's civilized explanation off short.
"If you want to screw again, you call me, okay? I have no business with Paul, especially after tonight, dear. Make my apologies to him, but I can't make it back with you. If you NEED me, or if you want someone besides that drip, give me a call." That was all Eric offered Charley as he left the suite and smiled at her. Right then, both of them, without confessing it to each other, intended to pursue their affair. Eric found her willing and attractive. Charley found Eric eager to indulge her fantasies.