Chapter 3
Charley thought about Eric often, but she refused to call him. She knew so little about sex that the idea of becoming his mistress frightened her even more than it attracted her. But, her "honeymoon" with Eric gave her a taste of the things her life was lacking. Charley was not at peace, and she knew that until she had sampled more erotic delights she could never be happy.
Unwittingly, Paul was providing her with the means to satisfy her desires. He gave Charley a home and food and clothes and money, never realizing that these things were not enough for her, never seeing how thwarted and unhappy his bride really was. Because Charley did not talk to him, Paul was unaware that the business dinners, the cocktail parties, the dull insipid chatter, and the endless martinis bored his wife.
Charley kept trying to be the wife Paul wanted, despite the fact that she longed for sensual pleasures rather than buying a fancy house and expensive clothes. She was growing restless and moody, silent and withdrawn. She knew that there was more for her than simply being an image, Paul's wife, his appendage. She no longer enjoyed her husband's attempts to show her off, to impress people with her style and beauty. The way he flaunted her qualities as a woman in public made her resent, more acutely, his inability to appreciate her body and her sexuality in the privacy of their own bedroom.
Even though she was very aware of being unfulfilled, the changes Charley was experiencing were slow and gradual, hesitant and balking because a part of her really believed that she should be content with her marriage to Paul. She could no longer respond to his traditional, uninspired love-making, except as a "duty" a wife owes her husband. Very infrequently, Charley opened her legs long enough to sense the presence of Paul's semen in her vagina. She never came. While he pumped in and out to get his rocks off, her head was filled with erotic fantasies that featured nameless, faceless men who tantalized her body with furious fucking.
"I love you, darling," Paul whispered into her ear after depositing his come inside her cunt. His naked body was pressed close to her, his hand stroking her dark hair in one of the few gestures of tenderness he knew.
To thank him for leaving her body aching with frustration and pent-up disappointment, Charley disentangled herself from his cloying flesh and tried to fall asleep. Paul, believing she was as spent from their intercourse as he was, kissed her lightly on her shoulder and decided to go to sleep himself. It was beyond his comprehension of women to have any sense of the tortures his wife was experiencing. Paul was not a fool, however his knowledge about sexual intimacy and the "female animal" was archaic and incomplete. Rather than trying to talk to him, to confront him with her problems, Charley continued to roll over and go to sleep.
A stranger would have realized that Charley was not really asleep. Paul stroked her dark curls once more as he drifted into the land of Morpheus, innocently unaware that Charley was aching and throbbing between her thighs. She drifted off, not falling asleep, not surrendering totally to the god who pulled her husband into unconsciousness. Her naked body sought sexual release more than sleep.
Charley's mind was wandering into the hinterlands of her erotic desires. She traveled to a field of tall grass and fresh flowers, a field surrounded by a dark, dense forest devoid of light. Her meadow was green and lush, the kind of place where her naked body could roll in nature's splendor and enjoy every sensual experience.
It was quiet, the only sounds came from the rustling trees in the background. Charley touched her breasts, feeling her dark nipples growing erect beneath her touch. Her nude body rolled in the grass, each slow movement massaging her like a million fingers. She reveled in the touch of the succulent grass as it caressed her skin. Charley was so engrossed in the pleasure of her private paradise that she did not notice the figures approaching from the dark, mysterious forest that enclosed her sybaritic field.
Thrusting in and out of the wet hole nestled between her legs, enchanted by the dreams that floated into her consciousness, Charley was concerned with only one thing: she wanted to cornel The emerging bodies were not a part of her karma. The only thing that mattered to her was the increasing moisture dripping from her cunt as she pushed herself closer and closer to an orgasm.
The shadowed figures became three young men, surly, hungry and aroused by the sight of Charley's naked body masturbating in the green, silent meadow. Her dark eyes were shut against any invasion from outside. But, her writhing, luscious body was not invisible to the men who clustered around her.
The men were watching each movement of Charley's hand as she penetrated her cunt. The organs with which they intended to sample her vagina were growing larger and harder as they appreciated her finger-bucking. Crying out as her climax was about to immobilize her body, Charley felt the presence of the men who were gazing avidly at her frantic pursuit of a climax.
What could she say? Charley was so aroused that all she wanted to do was to invite them to join her in the pleasure that was encompassing her body. Fear never crossed her mind; she sensed that all the men wanted was to fuck her. Fucking was all that Charley wanted! The three men who confronted her in the meadow looked more than capable of satisfying her hungry, churning cunt.
Nothing was said, nothing had to be said., Charley saw the men and she accepted their presence without question. Her dark eyes invited them to join her. Like mimics, the three men undressed in unison, each displaying a rigid pole directed at her pink, wet pussy. Charley opened her legs further to show them what treats she was offering. The men came closer, panting and bending down towards her flesh.
"NO." Her voice sounded foreign; it had no relationship to the aroused, writhing female who lay on the grass.
"Open your legs, bitch!" one of the men commanded.
"No . . . don't hurt me, please," Charley whispered knowing that they could rip her cunt apart and there would be no protest from her rosy lips.
"Spread them, whore. Show us the meat before we buy it. Let's see the pink cunt!" a different voice said.
It was a dream, a fantasy, but that did not matter as Charlie rolled on the grass and waited for the three strangers to plunder her. Her thighs dropped open as a invitation to the implied threats. She felt no fear, no sense of terror when they had stripped away their levis. The cocks that were aimed directly at her belly looked even larger than they had when Charley saw them protruding through the zippers of the strangers' pants.
Everything was turning shades of green, blending into the meadow where Charley offered herself. She felt hands touching her breasts, tugging at the flesh until her body ached with a pain that came close to being pleasure. There were too many hands, too many fingers, too many men with rigid, steel poles ready to plunge into her cunt. Charley was eager and afraid. The men who ravished her ripe flesh were total strangers.
The forest seemed to grow closer and closer to the four bodies in the meadow. Charley felt no reluctance when she" spread her thighs to show the intruders her vagina. Bestial sounds poured from their mouths as the three men started to ravish her naked, ripe, willing body.
She wanted to scream "RAPE" but, their mauling felt good, touched her where no man had been able to reach her before.
Thighs wide open, her hole visible and available to the three cocks waiting to sink into her hole, Charley waited to be fucked. She wanted those three men to shove their poles into her cunt. She wanted to FEEL something while she was being screwed. If they decided to take advantage of her willingness, she still felt no apprehension.
Her body screamed out to those men who had appeared from the shadows of the forest. "Fuck me, Fuck me hard." That was all Charley's frenzied brain could dream about while the three men lowered their nude cocks closer to her spread sex. "Shove it inside, PLEASE," her body begged the men.
It was never a question for the three men because they had every intention of screwing the young woman who lay naked in the green meadow. When she showed them her own desire to be fucked, that only further increased their urge to plunder her body. Charley did not care, anymore, about rape or her own safety. She wanted to be screwed, PERIOD.
Her dark eyes were almost closed as the three men moved their nude bodies closer to Charley. Each rigid pole was pointed at her belly, hard and threatening as the men came closer and closer to her writhing body. She did not want to avoid the strange men; she did not care to frustrate their desires to fuck her pink, slippery cunt. Charley wanted them to invade her sex, to show her how it felt to be screwed.
The three men closed in around her naked body, each man thinking only about shoving his tool inside her hole. Charley kept her thighs spread, her pussy open and available to all of them. Her fingers moved in and out of her dripping sex, but all her dream-crazed mind desired was the feel of a cock inside her pie. She was totally engrossed by the' swirling fantasy where it was finally possible for her to have a man.
One phantom man plunged into her vagina, his shaft hitting the pearl at the end of her hole. Charley begged for more as he leered down at her, pure lust showing on his shadowed face. Two cocks were being rubbed against her lips. She licked them, trying to suck both heads into her mouth. Hands, hands disassociated from the three strangers, covered her breasts, pulling and rubbing her hard nipples.
As if from the dense forest, Charley heard moans and groans of animal fucking. She knew the voices belonged to herself and the men, but they seemed so far away. She felt the heat of a penis being rubbed quickly between her tits. Her mouth was still full of another pole, balls slapping against her cheek as he grew frantic with her sucking. And, the steel pole was increasing the tempo of its pumping into her pussy. Charley moaned again, her body overcome with what the men were doing to her body.
"Suck harder, bitch! I'm going to come in your mouth," one voice commanded her as he pushed deeper into her mouth.
"Whore! Show us how good you can be. Don't just lay there!" another man ordered.
Charley wanted the dream to end, wished for one instant that she could open her eyes and make all of this go away. But, as she thrust her pelvis up to meet the penis embedded inside her, the delicious shiver that filled her body cancelled any thoughts of stopping. Her lips tightened on the cock in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, her body arching up, her hands pushing her breasts around the cock that fucked her tits. She was exploding all over, her body thrashing wildly and eagerly to please the strangers who had come into her meadow.
"More!! Don't stop. Fuck me harder!" she begged, her voice hoarse and rasping as she still stabbed her tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of the cock in her mouth.
Then everything grew hotter and hotter. The meadow and the dense forest seemed to be glowing with fire, the green grass was like smoldering embers beneath Charley's body. Her mouth dripped with come, her tits were seared with semen and her cunt was sucking even more of the burning fluid into her belly. Each pore of her body was on fire with the orgasm that exploded throughout her. The tortures of Hell seemed to be the violence of a complete surrender to fucking. Charley was overcome.
Gradually the burning stopped and the lushness of her private meadow returned, flowers brushing softly against her flesh. She opened her eyes and saw the familiar scenery of her fantasyland. Her hand was tightly covering the dark triangle between her legs. Charley moaned and rolled over, exhausted and haunted by what she thought had happened to her.
The distorted memories prevented her from falling asleep. Tossing for a few minutes, she decided to get up and try to sort out the odd feelings coursing through her veins. When her dark eyes adjusted to the dim light, Charley recognized the too familiar furniture of her bedroom and felt the warmth of Paul's body next to her. She sat upright, a startled expression on her pretty face.
A damp stain on the sheet beneath her vagina and the sticky perfume of her fingers told Charley what had happened. She was perplexed at the intensity of her dream, frightened by what it told her. God, she had to do something real about her sexual desires. She had to act soon or else, she feared that her entire life would be spent escaping into the strangeness of a meadow with nameless, faceless cocks raping her.
Eric was the first thought to enter Charley's mind when she realized it was imperative for her to explore the sexual world beyond the rigid confines of her marriage. She still was hesitant because of pride, but her desperation overcame her vanity. Fingers trembling, Charley dialed the phone. "Yes," his familiar voice answered the phone. "It's Charley . . her courage failed her and she didn't know what to say.
"Well, well, my dear. What seems to be the trouble?" he asked with a smirk she could hear. "I want to see you," she said bluntly. "Sooner than you think, my sweet. Ill be one of the guests at the Richards' party this evening. I know your husband is also on the privileged list. See you then," Eric said and hung up the phone before Charley could respond.
She had been thinking of an excuse to remain at home that night. She couldn't bear the thought of another boring, silly night spent drinking too much and feeling miserable. Now, she had a reason to go, a way to see Eric again without arousing suspicion. The day would be spent lavishing care on her body until it was as perfect and beautiful as she could make it.
The Chappicks arrived late enough to be fashionable. Charley was radiant in a silk dress that swirled around her long, tan legs and showed a hint of the full breasts hidden by the clinging material. Her dark hair was loose and flowing on her shoulders. She captured the attention of every man instantly.
Every man except Eric. He had phoned his apologies at the last minute, complaining of the flu. Charley drifted outside away from Paul and the crowded living room. She was already finishing her second drink, waiting for the liquid to numb her disappointment. She could hear voices from the terraced yard below her, but saw no reason to explore.
Getting a refill on her drink, Charley noticed a young man standing alone near the door opening to the terrace. He was dark and handsome. He was also alone and looked bored. She felt her body respond to him instantly, as though some secret message were being communicated by her sensual longings. He turned and met her dark, smoldering stare. He smiled.
Charley walked onto the terrace, feeling her nipples harden, her pussy secreting juices. Her mind was made up then; intoxicated by both the liquor and the burning desire in her cunt, she willingly signed the death decree to her marriage. Charley intended to seduce the handsome man and become his lover. The wild animal lust that dominated her fantasies was now a real part of her as she approached the man who had followed her onto the terrace.
"Hello. I'm Charley. You look as bored here as I am," she said softly, moving her body very close to him and gazing seductively up into his dark eyes.
"Mark. Things don't appear so dull now, though. Let's go down and see the grounds. I understand they have an interesting pool someplace down there," Mark invited, taking her arm without waiting for her to answer. Charley leaned against him, brushing her breast against his arm as they moved into the darkness below the terrace.
Indeed, there was a pool down there. And, there were others enjoying it when Mark and Charley discovered it. Those were the voices she had not bothered to check out. The bodies they saw in the dim glow of the moon were naked and cavorting in the waterfall that spilled from a rock garden into the pool itself. "I guess we found the party," Mark said. "Yes." Charley answered him, knowing that she would finally experience something she had only read about and dreamt about. Paul would never notice her absence.
"There's punch over by the tree, if you guys get thirsty," a blonde woman called. She was stark-naked, her hands playing with the sacs hanging between the legs of a lanky man who was rubbing her tits while she spoke.
Two Other nude swimmers chased each other through the water, grabbing at each other and laughing. Charley took Mark's hand and headed for the punch. She could not believe what she saw, but she wanted to join in. A well-hung man was already quenching his thirst. He handed them glasses. Mark's hand was around Charley's waist, caressing her hip while they drank the champagne.
"Undress me, please. No one has ever done that in public before," Charley whispered without fear of telling her new lover that she was inexperienced. Mark seemed excited by this discovery.
He unfastened the zipper and let Charley's dress slide to the ground. Her full curves were visible as she stood clad only in a flimsy bra and panties. Mark wasted no time in stripping her of those garments. She was breathing hard. Her nipples were rigid and her pussy was wet. Charley wanted to be fucked and her body showed that desire.
Mark quickly undressed, his cock already sticking out from his body like a steel bat Charley gazed at his tool with admiration. He pulled her down onto the grass, his hands moving expertly over her skin, tantalizing her with every touch. She grabbed at his cock and stroked her hand up and down its length, massaging his semen-filled sacs more and more quickly.
Mark separated the lips of her vagina and felt the wetness signaling her readiness for his prick. Her tiny clit was erect and sensitive to the rubbing he administered. Charley writhed passionately on the ground, her pelvis pushing hard against Mark's hand between her legs.
She was moaning loudly, begging for him to fuck her.
"Now. Put that cock in me now!" she pleaded, her body already exploding with orgasms from his hands.
Mark rolled on his back and pulled Charley on top of him. Not certain what to do, she straddled his body, her breasts hanging close to his mouth. Mark sucked the tender tips, moving her pussy above his cock and rubbing the head around her hole. His tongue stabbed her nipples, and his penis stabbed her pie. Charley surrendered to his lead. Her buttocks was thrust up in the air, gyrating rapidly as his cock moved deeper into her pussy.
When Mark grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard onto his rod, Charley felt herself dissolve in climax after climax. She twisted her sex against his pelvis, grinding her clit into his body. He held her down firmly, lifting his head to grab a swaying breast and suckle it. Charley was moving rapidly on his cock, feeling it massage each inch of her hole, wanting him to ram clear into her belly. Mark shoved upwards to meet her writhing, sucking cunt.
The explosions wracking Charley's body did not cease. Her head was buzzing, her body limp and dripping with perspiration, but she could not stop the passion that was making her see stars and fireworks. Mark gave one final thrust into her and dumped his come, spurt after spurt of hot fluid that made Charley sway with more of her orgasm. He gripped her shoulders, pushing her close to him, feeling her ass slowly rubbing his pelvis as she finally succumbed to the full release of their coupling.
"God!! That was incredible. You're great, dear," Mark finally said. Charley was slumped on top of him, her mouth busy kissing his neck and face. Her dark hair was tousled and gave an exotic, wild beauty that intoxicated Mark. She may have little sexual experience, but her lust and willingness to let herself go made up for any lack of practice.
"Yes, we were beautiful together. I'm still dripping juices from coming so much. I want your cock again, darling," she murmured sleepily, touching his organ with her hand and then putting her hand up to her mouth. "I smell you and taste you. Its like a drug to make me horny." She licked her fingers, then slid down to bury her face in his crotch, drawing in his perfume until both Mark and Charley fell asleep.