Wife-To-Wife Hop

The party that Robert insisted Charley attend was the first of many such experiences she agreed to before their vacation in the Bahamas. She did not understand at the time that he was preparing her for total sensual surrender. Nor did she comprehend his view of himself as both mentor and keeper of her body and soul. All Charley knew while she dressed for the event was that finally Robert was going to take her out of the apartment and introduce her to the world again. Despite some fears, she felt like a prisoner paroled, not totally free, but no longer locked up in an iron cage.

Charley dressed slowly and carefully, remembering that Robert had told her she would be the most beautiful female at the gathering. She could not disappoint him. Each second spent on her grooming was intended to enhance and heighten the gifts that nature had bestowed upon Charley.

Finally, having done all she could to bedeck herself, Charley entered the living room where Robert waited for her appearance. He sat facing the hallway she walked from, a drink in his hand and a growing smile of pleasure on his rugged face when he appraised his woman. She felt the butterflies in her stomach even though she saw his smile of approval; Robert's moods were unpredictable and often, Charley thought secretly to herself, totally irrational.

"Stand there, lovely, and let me admire you. It makes me proud to see how you have blossomed under my tutelage," he commanded in a voice that was not harsh or threatening. Charley let out a low, quiet sigh of relief.

Robert's steel-gray eyes moved over her figure as she stood at the entrance to the living room. He was more than satisfied with the woman he beheld. Charley was indeed a sight to bewitch any man. Her dark eyes were filled with a curious combination of fear and pride, seductive invitation and submissive obedience. This increased the mysterious, sensuous, sultry beauty that had first made Robert notice the woman's photographs in Rudy's studio.

Charley felt the man's appraisal of her body and tried not to appear uncomfortable. She had seen her own reflection in the mirror and knew that she was as perfectly enticing and provocative as it was possible to be. Still, Robert had the final word and she waited with a slight trembling in her knees while he continued to study her entire appearance.

Her voluptuous curves were sheathed in a long, clinging dress of shockingly brilliant-red that enhanced the blush on her cheeks and the dark hair that was piled in a mass of curls atop her head. A few stray tendrils of hair fell around Charley's face to soften her starkly sexual appearance and give her the look of innocence that heightened the appeal of her woman's full body. She remained motionless, still waiting Robert's signal of approval, feeling the burning intensity of his eyes resting finally on the ample amount of flesh revealed by the low-cut, tight-fitting bodice of her dress.

"Perfect, dear lady. You couldn't look more alluring had I hired a crew of professionals to coif you. You will be the belle of the ball, thank God!" Robert praised her in quick words, as though afraid to let Charley know how much her womanhood and her overt sensuality turned him on. He was still the master-of-the-ship. Any sign of vulnerability could give her an advantage that Robert was not ready to permit.

"I did it for you. You told me to look my best," she said demurely, hesitantly, blushing at the small extravagance of his praise. Deep inside where she rarely allowed herself to commune, she felt a small triumph over the man who had subdued and subordinated her. Charley could see the fleeting look of desire and loving passion that crossed her mentor's eyes. Despite his hard shell, she found another small bit of evidence that even Robert was human and vulnerable.

"Well, my dear, shall we go?" Robert spoke in an exaggerated tone of formality that made Charley giggle and run to his arm eagerly. She had a feeling that this would be a night that would change her life again. He put a protective, almost loving arm around her bare shoulder and led her out of the house.

The party, if that was the correct term to describe the peculiar gathering of people, was in full swing when Robert escorted Charley into the sunken living room of a luxurious home on Nob Hill. Already the majority of the guests had had one too many drinks and could only smile giddily at the two latecomers. Robert had planned their entrance just so that everyone could appreciate the beauty who clung to his arm. It worked!

Murmurs of appreciation, lust, and questioning greeted Charley's debut. No one knew who she was or where she had come from. The men sought to get into her panties; the women wanted to claw out her eyes. Robert led them through this mingled reaction until he found the bar and poured them both stiff drinks. He sensed Charley's awed fear and respect of the assemblage he had finally introduced her to.

Clutching Robert and her drink, Charley looked at the people. Everyone appeared established, polished, sophisticated and too proper to belong to Robert's circle of social friends. But, as she sucked up her liquor, she realized that she had no idea what Mr. Towers did for a living: all she knew about the man who kept her was what they shared sensually. But, in this gathering of people, Charley felt conspicuous and uncomfortable in her revealing dress. She longed to return to her turret and Robert's unconditional domination over her life.

They mingled and talked briefly with most everyone. Charley was drinking too much, aware that Robert's conviviality was only a front for parading her body in front of the entire party. She felt used and degraded for the first time since Paul had done the same thing with her beauty. She had a flash of insight that told her both men were basically alike; they exploited and flaunted her for their own purposes, never caring about her as a human being. Her contemplations were cut short when Robert directed her towards several people who appeared less formal and proper than the others.

"Charley, meet my friends," Robert began, using the term of companionship and endearment for the first time in all of his introductions. Charley grew interested, no longer concerned with her feelings of exploitation or worried about why Robert had insisted they attend this gathering.

Robert introduced the small group of men and the one woman. Charley remembered Diedra because she was the sole female and because her fragile, pale beauty was striking. The slim, small-breasted young lady whose long blond hair hung almost to her waist was in stark contrast to the other women in the room. Her skimpy halter top and snug pants made Charley less uncomfortable in her clinging gown. Diedra's willing acceptance of Charley's awesome and beautiful presence endeared her to Charley's heart.

However, the introduction to Shawn Connley was even more impressive to Charley. He was young, possibly younger than herself, and beautiful. It seemed odd to regard a man as pretty, but there was no other way to describe Shawn's soft skin, his slim body and his gold, shaggy hair. The only thing that captivated Charley more than his exquisite perfection of face and figure was the bulge in his tight levis, the extravagance of his manhood as it was held inside of the restraints of his clothing.

"A pleasure, sweetheart," Shawn said, taking Charley's hand and kissing it lightly. A shiver went through her body. She felt the dampness saturate her silken crotch. It was hard to let him release her hand.

"My pleasure, too. What are you doing in such a staid group of revelers?" Charley asked sweetly and seductively, forgetting that Robert was still next to her. She was aroused by the pretty young man and fascinated by the size of his crotch even without an erection.

"My business dictates occasional appearances. Robert must have explained that none of his come to these events very often. Good lord!! We have better parties when a few friends drop by!" Shawn exclaimed as he moved closer to Charley. She did not understand what he meant, but she suddenly realized that Robert had drifted off. She was alone with Shawn and the clique referred to as his "friends."

"Well, he doesn't talk about business much. What do you do?" Charley shifted the emphasis away from her keeper onto the attractive man she longed to seduce.

"Interior decorating. Robert tells me you enjoy fixing up the house and playing with furniture."

"Yes. His apartment doesn't give me much freedom, though," Charley answered, wondering where Robert had gone and why he had told Shawn so much about her.

"I think you'd enjoy seeing my place. It's renovated and we have antiques that are rare-finds!" Shawn invited her into his home as easily as a dog chased cats. Charley was perplexed, her eyes searching for the guidance she expected Robert to provide. She did not know how far to follow her own instincts with Shawn because Robert had totally controlled that aspect of her for so long.

"I'd like to see it sometime. Maybe Robert and I could visit you one day," she replied.

"Tonight. You will come now, if you don't mind deserting this dull group," Shawn proposed.

"Ill ask Robert."

"He told me you would like to see our house."

"What?"

"He said to take you home. He has other business and wants us to enjoy ourselves without him," Shawn said softly, still close to Charley's enticing body but not looking at anything except her dark, mysterious eyes.

"Go without him?" was all she could say, fearing that this was a joke to test her. If she went, Robert would beat her and punish her without mercy. Still, she longed to leave with the beautiful man. Her subservience to Robert kept her from running out with Shawn.

"He told me to take you. I assure you, it is quite all right."

"I'd better check, anyway," Charley searched the room for Robert's large, strong body and saw him nowhere.

"Listen, sweetie, he told me to take you home with me. He wants you to go. He figures you are ready," Shawn explained patiently, gripping her arm in his hand and heading for the door. His touch was determined but gently and soft. Charley felt no fear of this man, although she still had visions of her ass beaten bright red when Robert found out about her departure with another man. She followed out of habit when Shawn led her, but all she could think about were the punishments Robert would inflict upon her naked body until she climaxed and submitted again to his control.

"I can't. Hell hurt me," Charley whispered the words to herself more than to Shawn.

"Silly goose! Robert wants you to go home with me. He planned it. He told me about you. I can teach you things he cannot. Now, stop worrying and come along." Shawn gripped her arm more firmly and she willingly followed him into his black Porsche and into the dark night.

The black car raced over the Golden Gate and through the hills behind Sausalito without ever missing a curve or slacking its speed. Charley sat in her bucket seat and felt her body respond to the sleek, swift, sensual maneuvers of the car. She was frightened and aroused, the same mixture of emotions that Robert evoked in her. Shawn was silent, intent on driving the black machine, but obviously getting off as much as his passenger.

Rounding a wide curve, Shawn wound down the speedy engine and slid into a long driveway that led up to a wooden house perched on the edge of the hill. As the car stopped in a place it seemed to know belonged to it, Charley let out a low moan. Her silk panties were soaked through. She had never known such arousal without a human being touching her body. Shawn could have raced his Porsche all night and she knew she would have come all over the plush, leather upholstery that cushioned her body.

"Wow! That was some drive." Charley's voice was husky and deep from her excitement

"I like it."

When they started up towards the house, Charley noticed that the bulge in Shawn's pants was larger and pressing urgently against the material of his levis. He had gotten off in the car too. She touched his arm softly, wanting to kiss him and make love to him instantly.

"Some women like that thrill. I can come driving that black beauty! Let me show you the rest of my toys," Shawn responded, taking her by the waist and leading her inside the heavy wood door that guarded his privacy.

Charley was awed by the house, all wood and brick, full of fireplaces and windows facing the Bay, decorated with old antique furniture that exuded sensuality and invited sex. She walked around, her mouth open in appreciation of the things that gave Shawn pleasure. Robert's palatial apartment was Spartan and cold by comparison. Her blood was hot simply because of the surroundings that enticed her and made her aware of how soft and comfortable life could be without being devoid of sexual erotica.

"It's perfect. I love it." Charley's voice was not cowed or intimidated. She felt like her own person for the first time since she had realized how stupid and futile her marriage to Paul had been.

"Here, celebrate your renaissance with a vintage year. Go on, silly one, I'm not trying to poison you quite yet," Shawn said as he handed her a giant glass of champagne poured from a chilled magnum that she realized must have cost a fortune.

"How do you know so much about me?" Charley asked after sipping the German wine that even her extravagant husband had never dared to buy. It floated down her throat so smoothly she almost believed the liquid was worth its price.

"Robert spared few details. Of course, I don't know everything, yet. After tonight, I think I'll know more than your benefactor, though." Shawn alluded to more than Charley was yet capable of understanding. All she knew for sure was that this pretty young gentleman had a huge prick, an erotic car, a sensual house and superb taste in champagne.

Charley may not have fully comprehended why she was with Shawn, yet she did know that she felt free and comfortable in his presence. There was no terror or desire to submit herself totally to this man like there was with Robert. She sank into an overstuffed chair and drank her champagne, watching Shawn fuss with the plants and chase a cat off the couch. Her whole being felt tranquil, a sensation that had eluded her for too long.

"Come upstairs and see the loft. It's charming," Shawn invited. Charley followed him willingly, knowing that he planned to show her more than his interior decorating talents.

It was charming in the loft bedroom. The bed was huge and covered with a soft velvet spread that begged Charley to roll naked on its plush fabric. Shawn filled her glass and sat down next to her on the bed, still not touching her lovely body despite her many enticements to do just that. She slid close to him, rubbing her thigh against his, pressing her face and mouth against his neck and kissing him gently.

"Robert shouldn't bedizen you that way. You'd look much more sensual and delicate in a petticoat or lacy frock," the unusual young man said without moving away from Charley's soft, warm mouth. His strange words and even stranger ideas about her clothing baffled the young woman. However, the uppermost thing on her mind was seducing this gentleman into his own bed in his own bedroom. It certainly was a far different situation from what Charley had become used to with Robert.

"I haven't had to lure a man to make love to me in a very long time. I want you, Shawn," Charley confessed bluntly, still kissing his neck and cheek with her warm, red lips. Her dress seemed to cling to her body as she radiated the heat of her desire. It was all she could do to prevent herself from stripping and performing her ritual dance like Robert demanded most nights that he wanted to screw her.

"Finish the champagne, sweetheart. I'm waiting for someone. Please, keep on with your seduction. That excites me. It's been awhile for me to. Just, be patient, love, please try to be patient," Shawn whispered as he poured more expensive nectar and moved slightly nearer to the dark, sultry female whose heat was starting to drive him crazy.

"Let me drink your sweet liquid ... let me take off our hot, sticky clothes. Then, we can wait in comfort and in ecstasy," Charley heard herself say, unsure where the brazen self-confidence and unabashed lust came from. Robert would have paddled her butt to a brilliant red for such forwardness. With Shawn, she was comfortable with her expressions of desire.

"You will taste my juice and suck my sacs of nectar. Now, try to finish this damned expensive champagne Charles impulsively purchased and then, if you like, you may disrobe us slowly. The time is not important here. We are not racing in the Porsche," Shawn told her, feeling himself engulfed by the expressed desire Charley showed. His engorged cock was straining to be free from the tight pants he wore. His heart pounded in anticipation of this woman's next suggestion and her first overtly-sexual play.

"Charles??? How did anyone know that I'd be here?" Charley asked egotistically believing that Shawn had broken out a sacred, special bottle because she had happened to arrive on his hilltop that evening.

"He buys expensive, silly things for no reason. He knows you'll be here, darling. He wants to watch you. But, unfortunately, he bought the champagne for us. He hoped we might have a wedding to celebrate," Shawn said in a loving voice that was not directed at Charley.

"Is he getting married?? God, don't let him!! If he is a good friend, tell him it is foolishness to marry anyone." Charley only remembered her folly with Paul and wished any friend of Shawn's spared the disaster she had experienced.

"Foolish even to marry me?" was his mildly teasing, easy-tempered way of telling Charley what her innocence had hidden from her view.

"WHAT?"

"He wants to marry me, dear lady. Wouldn't you want to possess me for your own if I would consent to the vows?" again Shawn's voice was teasing, but it was tender and sympathetic and willing to explain what seemed to boggle her pretty head. He kissed her lips gently, lingering when he felt the urgent pressure of her mouth returning his first touch.

"That's crazy! A man can't . . her voice trailed off and she sat up abruptly, moving away from the young man whose entire lifestyle she had desired for her own.

"Yes, I'd want to marry you. I thought I wanted you to kidnap me from Robert and hide me in this paradise you have hidden in the hills. I wanted you to make love to me, to put your cock into my pie and fill me with cornel I thought ... I thought you were a man. What is going on, Shawn?? Please," Charley started to cry after her initial indignation," tell me what is happening. Please!"

"Don't fret. I am going to make love to that beautiful body of yours. You will take off your clothes slowly so I may watch. I will enter your pussy and make you feel good. We will roll together on this bed, sweet lady. You worry too much. You ask too many questions," Shawn said, his voice changing from gentlyness to commanding. He wished that he was able to inform her of Robert's role in this entire meeting. But, the more time he spent with the dark-haired woman, the more he regretted his acquiescence in the older man's plot to educate Charley to appreciate different sexual practices. For one instant, when she kissed his cheek with two salty tears rolling down her face, he almost relented. Shawn knew better. Besides, delightful as the lady might be, he was anticipating Charles soon. That, plus the business Robert had promised, overcame his scruples to divulge the full truth to the woman who sat beside him.

"NO!!! Something is happening and I'm the only fool who's playing. Robert and you and Charles-whoever the fuck he is-all know. Fuck all of you!! I will not stay here," Charley stood up, her anger, another rediscovered emotion, making her rigid and furious with her entire situation. She glanced once more at the bulging prick between Shawn's legs, regretted her loss, and started to leave the house.

"I'm afraid you are spending the night here, dear. No one will hurt you or touch you. But, you MUST remain here, unless you wish us all to be in deep trouble," a strange voice said from the corner of the room. Charley screamed in genuine terror, not knowing that Charles had been inside the room since she and Shawn had entered.

"Oh my God!" escaped from her lips as she sank down on the bed feeling as much Robert's prisoner here as she had in his apartment. Charley wanted to cry, but she feared that Robert would be the next apparition to appear from a corner. Still, her dark eyes misted with the tears that she tried to hold deep inside. She was surrounded by Robert, no matter where she went. WRONG, her own voice said. He SENT her to this place for a reason. Trying to unclog her mind, she remembered his promise of new and different sexual encounters. Were Shawn and the mysterious voice, and Charles--buyer of expensive champagne-merely pieces of Robert's plan to control her life?

"Silly girl . . ." Shawn's voice was soothing and made the terrible contemplations that had haunted her for one moment disappear into the sidelines. Charley knew disparate feelings engulfed her being with Shawn's calming words.

Charley had been standing in the middle of a dark room surrounded by people and expectations and demands she was unsure of meeting. Even the softness of Shawn's bed when she heard the strange voice did not relieve her fears. Even the charming, enchanting tone of Shawn's voice could not relieve her heightened tension, a feeling she had lost for the few minutes she had believed they were alone. Her seduction, her desires for Shawn's body in true love-making seemed ridiculous to her now.

"Stop crying, young lady, please don't cry here. This is a place of love and happiness," the same strange voice called out to Charley as she felt her body succumb to the wracking sobs that sought release.

"Sweetheart, please!" it was Shawn again. "Give me a chance to show you our love. There's no need to cry and no reason for fear. Robert is far, far away. Trust me," he cajoled the frightened, sobbing woman who sat next to him on the velvet spread. She had her face buried in her hands, the sobs shaking her slim body convulsively. Shawn reached out and encircled her with his arms, pulling her face close to his slender, fragile shoulder. Charley did not resist. Her mournful cries grew softer, but her body still shuddered with the realization of what was happening to her.

"Help me, please help me. He wants to destroy me ... I know he plans to loll me or chop me up into dog food or carve off my tits or . . ." Charley cried in madness, terrorized by her worst imaginations.

"SHUT UP!!" the stranger's voice barked from a different corner of the room.

"No one is going to grind you into dog food, dear one. We want to help you, to give you the freedom to leave your lover or to remain because you truly care for him. Please, don't be afraid," Shawn's voice coaxed Charley as he moved closer to her shaking body and surrounded her with his arms while she sobbed.

"Don't hurt me, please, please, don't hurt me. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, but don't punish me," Charley begged, feeling herself in the same place she had consented to be for months with Robert. It wasn't comfortable with Shawn and his strange friend, but it was all she knew how to do. She dreaded any real, honest physical violence against her body because she knew that if one strong hand hit her face, the beauty that had bought entrance wherever she wanted it would be destroyed. Above all else, she feared harm to her face and body.

"Oh shit, princess. Maybe that ape digs on hitting you sometimes, but, all I want is a pretty piece of ass. NO!! I want a good piece of tail, and I know that you can give me that." Shawn's voice was more demanding than earlier, but he still courted the pretty woman and tried to make her feel good.

"HE MADE YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!" Charley was almost hysterical. She did not feel Shawn holding her, nor did she sense the caring and compassion he felt for her plight

The mysterious voice, the Charles who indulged in much too expensive champagne, moved into the dim light of the loft and blew a kiss to his lover. Shawn, still holding Charley's sobbing body, motioned for him to come closer before he left.

"Give her a minute to cool off, darling. She still wants to try my cock. She made me erect earlier and her eyes got big as saucers! Hang around, lover, and she'll be just fine. Fuck Robert ... I ain't beating this pretty lady for anything. She'll give us what we want without force. Love me, Charles ... let me play with her for a bit longer. You'll see the best show in your fife!" Shawn whispered into Charles' ear, rubbing his hand along the younger man's thigh until he touched the full ball of his sex.

"Play with my cock or show me the lady's sex. Please don't fondle me until I must come in my pants, dear," Charles responded, his tongue darting around the ear of his lover. Shawn cried out, then pushed his man away, wanting him, but wanting the combination of all three of them more. Shawn knew that Charley simply needed to see that there was ho threat involved in dropping her panties.

"Sit tight, darling. This broad has tricks. Believe me, she will show you everything the magazines report as impossible or too kinky to report! I have the full scam on this broad! Robert may hide them for a while, but when he turns them loose, he gives you every detail. She'll tug at your prick so well, you may decide to marry her instead of me!" Shawn told his lover, his ripe young body touching Charles as he spoke quietly. They pressed together in a short embrace, their cocks touching as they both sought release. The two young men, very ardent with each other, pulled apart, both knowing that if Charley pulled through her crying seizure, then she would thrill them both while they kissed and tongued each other.

"If that bastard gives us another Trojan, I will personally go out and slay him without disguise!" Charles threatened Shawn in his most impressive voice.

"Darling, if Robert fucks up again, hell be out of business. Pure and simple. He will have to give up this delectable female, sublet his apartment and hide away for too many years. He may be a monster with his ladies, but he is not a FOOL." Shawn ended his statement by touching the warm lips that Charley had kissed his shoulders and neck with for the entire time he spoke to Charles. She had moved aside when the two lovers caressed each other and spoke of her in private tones.

With a full kiss and tongue affair between them, Shawn and Charles parted, both knowing that the dark, sultry woman who lay upon their bed would provide both of the pretty young men with whatever satisfactions they sought

Charlie had stopped caring what happened to her body when she realized that the strange voice belonged to Charles and that this man of barely twenty-one was the lover of Shawn. She understood that some men fucked other men in the ass, but to imagine the pure and beautiful Shawn as one of them made Charley frantically angry and desperate. She had counted on that young stud's help to escape from the tyranny Robert imposed upon her.

Now, as she saw the two slender, slight, pretty men lass on the lips, she shuddered. It was not that homosexuality disgusted her. She did not care what people did together in the privacy of their Own beds. But she wanted Shawn to fuck her. His full, loving lass with Charles made her realize that her fantasy was going to remain a dream.

The male lovers parted almost before Charley realized what had happened. Her pussy still ached for Shawn, but she could no longer approach him like any other man. Charley knew that his lover was a man. She felt inadequate to satisfy him. Certainly, her instincts told her not to compete with Charles because she could never win. Her luck was still better with the man who had sent her to Sausalito in the first place. Charley felt her own self shrink and fade away as she admitted that Robert had done her a favor, he had taught her something about sexuality that her own explorations probably never would have shown her. Robert had forced her to be aware of men loving men and wanting nothing to do with a woman. PERIOD. Charley's gown, her dark beauty, her voluptuous enticements were all in vain with men like Shawn and Charles. Robert had given her a difficult task, but, the shattered woman had learned well.

"Pull yourself together, sweetie," Shawn asked Charlie as she sat shaken and pale on the bed. Her body barely shifted to acknowledge his voice. Even the supporting arm Shawn closed around her shaking shoulders seemed to touch nothing in the sultry beauty who felt broken, and destroyed by the exhibition Robert had forced upon her without warning.

"I still care about you, dear one. I still want you. Believe me, please," Shawn continued his own seduction. Charley shuddered as she heard his words, but she never moved closer or tried to touch the man she had frantically desired only minutes earlier.

"Go away. Robert is the same . . . you are all the same . . ." Charley mumbled, her mind flooded with too many feelings and thoughts. Nothing made sense. She wanted to slip away into the darkness and remain hidden from people forever.

"This is not Robert. I will not hurt your body, dear girl. I still want you to take off your silly dress and show me what you really look like," Shawn went on with his enticement of the woman who longed for some freedom from the blatant whims of men who sought to plunder her body.

Charley felt her body loosen up as he spoke, felt herself grow less afraid of his actions than she was of Robert's repercussions. For the moment, confused by the intrusion of Charles into her affair with Shawn, Charley was capable of blocking out all that Shawn had told her about Robert's role in setting up the entire situation. She did not realize that being with two male lovers was something her teacher and benefactor desired her to experience.

"Tell me again. Tell me what to do," Charley muttered, her head filled with the orders Robert forced her to obey. She could not understand that Shawn was not asking for the same thing.

"Oh shit, Charley. CHARLEY!!! Wake up, wake up, CHARLEY!!!!" Shawn yelled into her ear. Her body jerked once or twice, but otherwise seemed to await a direct command similar to those she had lived by with Robert. Charley only ate when that man told her she was hungry!

"Tell me ... Ill do it if you tell me, darling. Just tell me and make me do it. When I'm a bad girl, spank my butt, hit me with your whip and make me remember to obey . . . Tell me what you expect . . ." Charley's voice trailed off as Shawn covered her babbling mouth with his lips, thrusting his tongue into her cavern and touching the tip of her tongue with a gentle massage before she could complain.

"SHUT UP!" was all Shawn muttered into her ear as he moved his mouth down along the velvet skin of her breasts. She lay motionless beneath his loving, afraid to show her own desires or needs because she secretely believed that Robert was watching the whole show.

Shawn, aware that only Charles was viewing the love-making between himself and Charley, very quickly forgot that he had an audience. Charles was his lover and for Shawn that made anything Charles got off on watching more than all right. Shawn knew that with each kiss he laid on Charley's almost inert body, Charles was stripping off his clothing and beginning to masturbate. Shawn tried to arouse the frightened woman with his tender kisses across her lips and neck and throat.

"Damn you, I have no need or desire for a corpse! If you want to go home, leave! If you wish to stay, then DO something....

I no longer care what you do, just respond!"

Shawn commanded in quiet tones that Charley heard. Her dark head rose slightly to touch

Shawn's face with a lass.

"He's not here, is he? Was his 'plan' to watch me with a fag? Was his plan' to spy on me while I made love to you? Please, please, tell me the truth," Charley begged when she felt Shawn touch her flesh with tenderness and desire.

"No one is here. Just let me fuck you, pretty lady," Shawn responded, sensing her willingness to give him what he had wanted from the start

"He's not spying?" was all Charley could ask again.

"No. There is no one here who doesn't care about you and helping you feel whole again after all those days locked up with a maniac. Trust me, Charley, please trust me. You have to trust someone soon before that huge ape kills you and calls it love," Shawn told Charley, realizing that her life had left her unable to respond to anything except an order. His sorrow for her plight almost made him stop trying to open her legs. But Charles was waiting and watching, and to that fresh young man Shawn's first allegiance always went. He wanted Charley, but he loved Charles.

"Take off that silly thing Robert made you wear. You look like a whore and a harlot . . . no, he debased the woman you really are underneath all those cosmetics and clutching costumes he bought for you. That is not Charley, is it, sweet lady?" Shawn asked her in soft tones that mingled with his innate awareness of her individual self with his sexual knowledge of her as a frenzied woman. But when Shawn did that it was impossible to be insulted or lowered to the base position of an animal or a whore or a possession. Charley noticed the difference from Robert immediately.

"He bought it for this party. Maybe he bought it for you since he sent me home and to bed with you," she replied, no malice or emotion in her voice anymore. Despite the freedom she sensed Shawn might give her, Charley was too guarded and secretive to surrender to a man who loved another man more than he could ever love her. That would be as stupid as giving up everything for a married lover, a man whose promises came like thick steaks and good wine, but lasted only that long; until digested. Then it was pure shit.

Robert stood someplace in the murky still-waters between the two: he loved very little, but he took very good care of the woman, or women, he saw as potential swingers and well-endowed assets to the clubs he frequented. He courted the beauties for some reason Charley had never been told. Probably it was the elusive business Shawn had referred to, maybe it was Robert's madness that made him see women as mere objects rather than as human beings who possessed feelings and ideas and desires and demands independent of the men they loved.

Yet, as Charley continued to nibble at Shawn's flesh and desired the feel of his cock tearing her pie, she also saw that what she had noticed about Robert was valid and had to be dealt with immediately after she opened her pie to Shawn ... his male lover no longer mattered! He was a beautiful man and she lusted for him, even if Charles might take her place once she left the wooden, multi-level home that faced the southern Bay's dim, subdued lights. In the distance, the two frenzied lovers could see the bright glow of San Francisco, but in their bedroom the sole light came from the glow of the sky and the subdued shine from the boats moored directly beneath the house.

"Make love to me, please. I don't think anyone has ever really made love to me specially, as a unique person. Shawn, you can do that, even though I know you love Charles. Please just accept and want me as Charley, not any 'thing' or 'commodity' shoved in your face. PLEASE. I think you can help me feel that . . ." Charley asked, trying not to beg the man she had just insulted.

"Love her . . . touch her and feel her. Give her a taste of what we experience, darling," Charles' voice called out from a corner, certainly not the same one he had first spied from.

"I want to love you, Charley. Please, let me show you my love and caring. I will not, I cannot punish you for being "bad' because that makes no sense to me. Take off those costumes Robert designed and let me see the real, honest lady who lives underneath all the costumes and poses she presents to the people she wants to care about her, and like her as a person." Shawn ended his speech once he saw the dark-haired lady start to edge away from him and see the unlocked door for the first time.

"Please, don't leave. No one will hurt you or threaten you. Charles will learn to love you as deeply as I do. We will never beat your body or force you to do what Robert made you do tonight. I know him. He can be good to you. Go back to him, but spend a few days with us first. Robert has given you and your sexual freedom. Hell want you when you come home, dear." Shawn wanted to continue, but he saw that the woman sitting on his velvet bedspread barely comprehended what she had already heard.

If anything had sunk in at all to Charley's crazed and frenzied brain, it was Shawn's promise of love rather than plunder. Her poor, slender body, slimmer from the bouts of indigestion caused by Robert's frequent spankings and reminders to obey his rules, could not stand any further abuse even if Charley thought that it felt good. Deep in her heart she hated Robert for bullying her and continuously PROVING his manhood at her expense. Those were thoughts that Charley rarely shared even with herself.

Hearing the solemn assurances Shawn gave her, Charley was almost eager to take advantage of the hospitality offered her for several days. Her body needed a respite from the brutal fucking and slapping Robert deemed necessary to keep her in line. Charley wanted to relax and lie still, knowing her body was not plunder for two fags who loved each other. Charley felt the need to experience people who were not geared only to appreciate her as a cunt

"I want to stay, if it is okay with Charles. I know he's here someplace. I can sense people, especially if I've heard them . . . may I visit for awhile, Charles?" Charley never raised her voice, aware that the stranger, Shawn's young lover, had not left them alone. She no longer felt threatened or frightened by the love between the two men.

"Shawn spoke for both of us . . . you are welcome here for a couple of days. Love my dearest boy if he still wants you, pretty lady. I know he will always come back to me because we share more than sex. We like each other, we talk to each other, and we are very content being alone with each other for days. Even yOur beauty cannot erase that, sweet lady. If you are lucky, you may find that kind of love before you die." Charles seemed to be finished, then, his voice rose from the shadows again, "Love him well, beautiful lady. Please him in all ways that a woman is capable of pleasing a man. He loves me and lives with me, but Shawn cannot accept the fact that there is no female who can make him feel what I can make him feel. Fuck him, dear!! Fuck him until his poor, giant cock is limp. But, don't tell him about love or caring. You know nothing about that!" Charles' voice was not harsh or angry as he spoke from his hidden corner of the dark bedroom.

"I will not pretend to have a real place in your home. Maybe . . . maybe someday I will understand everything you share in this place. I envy you both. All I have ever known is pseudo-love and brutal fucking that makes me come too much and too fully. No man has ever bothered to feel my body while he shoved his prick inside me ... I wish I could stay here to see what love and compassion and understanding mean." Charley's tongue was loosened by the expensive champagne, but she spoke her true feelings to real people for the first time in her grown life.

"Sleep in my bed, Charley," was all that Shawn said.

"Good night, my love," Charles called out in his young, earnest voice. Charley was weak from all that had occurred.

Shawn was more excited and desirous of the dark woman than he had been before the long conversation; he was pissed that Charles had spoken so many truths without ever showing his face. As Shawn gathered Charley's fragile, uncertain body into his arms, he hated his lover for remaining so elusive. This was one woman who could understand the totality of what they shared.

However, the second Shawn felt the woman's warm, wet skin touching him, he forgot that Charles still lurked in the shadows to watch their copulation, to masturbate contentedly while he observed his lover penetrate a woman rather thart himself. Charley melted in his arms, feeling herself surrender as she always did to any man.

"It's me, Shawn . . . this is not Master Robert Towers," Shawn reminded the dark-haired woman who clung to him almost desperately and appeared deaf to his words.

"Damn you, Charley! Open your eyes! Then, obey me because that is all you understand. Look at me sitting on the bed. Now, take off that ridiculous dress and show me what a woman looks like," Shawn commanded, his voice very low and not at all threatening. All Charley heard was his order to undress. She understood that command.

"I will show you all of me before you even touch my body," Charley chanted from memory, forgetting that it was not Robert she was performing for.

"Show me, dear Charley, show me all of your nakedness. But, please, remember my name is Shawn and I love you and I care about you as a human being. I desire you as a woman, but I see you as a whole person. Take off your clothes and prance and parade for me!!" Shawn's voice was urgent with desire, but he was not ordering Charley to do anything.

"You'll see it all before you decide to buy my meat. I will open myself for you so you can see my pink pussy and decide if I am worthy of your cock. Let me show you how pretty and desirable I can be, love," Charley chanted on, oblivious to where she was or who she was with. Robert had been a very thorough teacher!

"Charley . . . Charley this is Shawn. Robert isn't here, sweetheart. Robert is not here!" Shawn tried again, his eyes riveted on the show Charley was starting to put on for another man's benefit, for a phantom man not even present.

She tossed her dark curls and thrust her breasts towards Shawn's face, her hands pulling at the cloth that covered them. Her pulling grew wild and frantic until she was actually tearing the fabric of her dress. Charley smiled when the dress ripped, her hands grabbing her tits and exposing their nakedness through the gap in her slinky party gown. Her lips were open and she cried out in small, excited, frightened gasps.

"See how big and full my tits are. Look at the pretty buds for you to suck. I will feed you and do anything you ask if you will suck my tits. Bite them and pull my flesh if you want, but suck me, please." Charley begged so quietly that Shawn barely heard her cries.

The young man had already removed his clothes, before Charley had slipped so far away from reality. His cock was not really hard, but it still hung far beyond the full sacs that held his essence. He watched the bewitched woman undulate and gyrate before him. She held her breasts to his mouth like offerings to the gods. Shawn wanted to slap her back to reality, but he stopped when he realized that was exactly what Charley was accustomed to having happen.

Despite her irrational exhibition, Shawn still lusted for the feel of Charley's naked flesh. He no longer listened to her irrelevant begging for a beating. He decided to forget Robert even if the sultry woman could not. Shawn moved towards her dancing, enticing body. She. saw the figure coming towards her and dropped to the floor, her once-voluptuous body curling into the fetal position as if to protect and secure herself.

Shawn was startled, but he dropped down next to her body and began kissing her face wherever it was not covered by her hands. His mouth was soft and gentle, consistent and more persistent than Charley's defenses could comprehend. She let her fingers fall away from her face, wanting to feel each movement of Shawn's mouth on her face. Her dark eyes opened only once, seeing the beautiful young man who claimed to care for her and not the steel-grey eyes of her keeper. She reached out to Shawn.

Their mouths touched fleetingly, lips brushing against lips, coming back and pressing feverishly together. Her mouth opened for his tongue. Shawn made love to the warmth of her mouth, touching each inch with his darting tongue, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Charley did not fight him. Her surrender was complete despite the fact that she felt herself loved and knew she did not have to "give-in." But her body was too weak and too well-conditioned to do anything else then.

"Stand up. Come to my bed, please," Shawn asked the beautiful woman who had uncurled slightly when he kissed her face. She stared at him, kneeling next to her, his gigantic cock semi-erect and pointing at her belly.

"I wanted to undress you. Now, please help me up and you may undress me. Do it slowly and I will show you everything dear Robert has already told you ... or sold you." Charley's voice was quiet, devoid of emotion about herself as a sexual commodity, a cunt. She remembered where she was and why she was there.

Shawn's kind offers soothed the inner anguish she tried to repress, but nothing could make her forget the things she had heard discussed between Shawn and his lover: Robert had bartered her to these fags. Period.

"Forget that son-of-a-bitch!! None of that matters here," Shawn cajoled, still kneeling next to her, his hand stroking her cheeks and smoothing her hair.

"Ill never forget him. But, now, let's make love the way you promised. I need you, I desire you, I want you. Help me up, please," she answered softly.

Shawn guided her to her feet and led her back to the velvet bed, his arm tightly around her slender waist. Charley was pale, but her sexual instincts had returned and she was eager for the game to begin. Shawn unfastened the clinging gown, slipping it off her body and letting it drop to the floor. She wore only silk panties, her full breasts high and proud enough to need no bra. She looked radiant.

Her back was towards Shawn as he appraised her hips swelling below her tiny waist. There were a few faint bruises on her soft flesh, marks left by the mentor who had sent her to this bedroom. Shawn looked away, wanting more than ever to show her love and sex, not brute force. She turned to face him, the gleam of lust filling her dark eyes. He pulled her body against his, covering her mouth with kisses of passion. His rod was getting harder, pressing hotly on her thigh.

Shawn lay down on the velvet bedspread, his head supported on his hand. He lay on his side watching her, his prick jutting out from his slim, slender body. Charley ran her hands along the contours of her body until she touched the silken panties that hid her bush from Shawn's eyes. With a swift, graceful movement, she pulled them down and stepped out of the panties. Her dark, curly patch was trimmed perfectly to accentuate the triangle between her thighs.

She came to the edge of the bed and stopped, her dark eyes fascinated by the size of Shawn's organ. All she wanted to do was kiss and suck his incredible piece of meat. He looked so strong and rich with come that she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting his manhood. Without a word she dropped to her knees, feeling the velvet spread beneath the breasts. Her round hippies got hard and pointed.

"I want to suck you and kiss you. Let me taste your sex, feel that cock brushing my mouth and filling my throat," Charley whispered.

"Soon. Now, come lie next to me so I may feel you and explore the body you have finally shown me."

Charley reclined next to him. She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair, pushing his face down against the warm flesh of her breasts. Shawn's mouth closed around her nipple, sucking and grinding the bud between his teeth while she pressed her body against the rigid cock that protruded from his groin. His hands pushed her tits together, his tongue tracing circles around both breasts. "Suck me."

Shawn held the twin mounds close together, his mouth moving from one breast to the other, his tongue stabbing at the tender tips and making Charley shudder with pleasure. Her flat stomach was pressed against his cock. She undulated easily to massage his penis while he licked and lapped at her breasts with slow, gently caresses. He was not in a hurry. The kissing he gave was full of his own sensual joy in touching her naked flesh.

Throwing one leg over his body, Charley felt her wet pussy touch his leg. She clung tighter, grinding her moist vagina against him. Shawn reached down and separated and swollen lips that protected her tiny clit. His fingers touched the flaming organ, running up and down along it until Charley was screaming with excitement His fingers were sticky and dripping with her secretions as they manipulated her clit swiftly and lightly.

"Don't stop. Rub it, touch it, feel it respond to you."

Shawn ran his finger over and over the protruding knob nested between her thighs, feeling her heat and smelling her arousal as the honey flowed from the pink hole under her clit. Charley was tossing every time he touched the sensitive tip of her clitoris, her pelvis grinding against his hand and body, her thighs open for him to explore her valley. His cock was twitching, moving uncontrollably as it lay on the silken skin of her body.

Charley twisted violently, her face diving down along Shawn's chest, her mouth working rapidly over the skin until she felt the fine hair of his crotch begin. Her fingers massaged his groin, moving slowly, at last, as she drew nearer to his organ and the full sacs that hung beneath his cock. She licked him, running her tongue along the hair line that led to the base of his erection.

Their desire for each other was mounting. Charley's sudden descent into his crotch gave Shawn a different view of her dripping cunt. He pulled her legs apart, making her straddle his chest, her pie directly above his mouth. While she toyed with his crotch, Shawn ran his tongue along her slit, sucking in the wetness that made her ready for him to plunge his cock inside her pussy.

Crouching over Shawn's prone figure gave Charley her chance to suck his dick. Her lips parted to take the swollen organ into her mouth. Her tongue stabbed at his hole, circled the ridge above the length of his prick. Her mouth was slobbering as she sucked and pulled on his sex. Her own saliva was running down the shaft. Charley pulled more and more of the huge pole down her throat, almost gagging with its size. She refused to stop, her hand pumping the shaft and guiding it into her mouth. He moaned and pumped himself further into her mouth, his tongue becoming slowly immobilized with every new delight the woman showered upon him. Her cunt was close enough to lick, but Shawn had no strength to reach out for her.

Charley didn't seem to notice that her lover had ceased fingering her pie. Her only attention was to her massive, throbbing prick that she held in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the full length, feeling the swollen veins pressing against her tongue. Her free hand was massaging his balls, pushing up towards the base of his cock so that her tongue could touch them as she swallowed his penis.

"You are incredible!! Cease or I will come before sampling your pussy. You could suck me dry, dearest!" Shawn exclaimed, his voice harsh from his heavy breathing.

Charley did not bother to come up for air. Her body was swaying with the movement of Shawn's thrusting hips as he gave his entire manhood to the warmth of her mouth and the frolicking of her tongue. Her ass was stuck up in the air, each movement she made, opening the cheeks slightly and allowing her vaginal secretions to dribble down the soft skin of her inner thighs. Shawn grabbed at her twat with his last remaining energy and pulled her down on his face. She squealed, the head of his dick still filling her mouth.

"I want to fuck you now. Put my cock into your cunt, sweetheart. Put me into your hole." Shawn tried to order her, but he was not that kind of person and the energy he sometimes used to appear that way had been drained by Charley's eager and talented mouth.

"Good. I think you will tear me apart! I have never seen a prick this big. Lucky, lucky Charles," she mumbled, not angry or resentful, but in awe of the giant penis whose perfect form and symmetry were marvels to her. A perfect penis was as remarkable as a perfect face or a perfect work of art. Shawn possessed a perfect penis!

Charley did not turn to face her lover. She. slithered her pussy along his chest and belly, slowly, letting her clit be massaged by his body and dropping her fragrant perfume all along her journey towards the stiff member that pointed at the ceiling. She was afraid to lower her sex onto that rod, but her desire was stronger.

Lifting her slender body with her hands and arms firmly planted on either side of Shawn's hips, Charley dropped her body down against the curly pubic hair surrounding the shaft that looked even larger when she realized it was about to spread the walls of her vagina. He shoved his body up to touch the entrance to her hole, but met only the firm grip of her hand as she massaged his cock, feeling the tight skin slide between her fingers.

"You're so big. Please, let me do it slowly. I don't want you to wreck me. I love your cock ... try not to hurt me, please. Slowly, enter me slowly," Charley begged, raising her pelvis and placing her hole directly above the massive ' shaft.

Her ass was within easy reach of Shawn's hands. He grabbed the firm cheeks and yanked her down towards his body, tired of waiting to feel the hot, velvet interior of her cunt. Charley resisted enough so that only the head of his tool pushed aside the folds of skin that guarded her treasure. The pressure of his prick made her legs spread wider and drained the energy from her arms that kept her poised aloft above him.

"Oh no!! You'll rip me!! No . . . let me suck you off," Charley screamed out in sudden desperation when she felt the hardness of Ins organ push towards her inner valley.

"Charles can suck me. Charles can butt-fuck me. Charles can do everything you do to me. He can even love me. You can give me entrance to your cunt, allow me the warmth of your womb. Charles cannot give me that one pleasure. I won't hurt you, Charley, I promise not to hurt you . . ." Shawn begged, his groin aching to dump its load inside her belly. His hands continued to pull her down onto the full length of his sex, continued to maneuver her gyrating ass further towards his flesh.

She was not strong enough to fight, nor did she really want to forgo her chance of knowing the blazing talents of Shawn's prick. Allowing the tension to ease out of both her arms and the muscles that tightened her hole, Charley sank down onto the pole. It was immense, that cock that shoved into her pie and touched the pearl at the end of her cavern. Her legs opened further, and she bent forward to grip Shawn's legs while her vagina contracted madly around the rod that was filling her up.

Gripping her buttocks, Shawn guided her sex down around his prick untd he felt himself ram into the furthest wall of her cunt. Her clit was rubbing against his balls, her slender body swaying forward with the force of his drive inside of her. She cried out, but it was a cry of pleasure this time. Her body shuddered once, then started to move rhythmically with his, rubbing her wet slit and ass feverishly against Shawn's pubic hair. Every movement allowed him greater access to the tight massage of her vaginal muscles.

Sensing that he could not rip her pie or tear her flesh despite the menacing appearance of his penis, Charley relaxed and started to enjoy their coupling. Using her arms to elevate herself, she slipped up and down the length of his cock feeling her clit slap against his balls each time he had fully penetrated her hole. She moaned, her cries genuine pleasure and excitement rather than tenor or phony attempts to make a man come quickly so that the ordeal would end quickly.

"Harder. Fuck me harder. Aahhh ... do it more. Fuck my cunt harder!" she cried out, feeling his prick ramming the end of her pussy each time Shawn pushed up and she dropped down.

Her body had adjusted to the fucking enough for Charley to release her grip on Shawn's legs. She moved her hands up between them, rubbing his hard, hair-covered balls as they slapped against her flaming clitoris. He was moving for both of them, drowned by his own needs and willing to grant her the freedom to add anything to their copulation which might heighten the pleasure that was already so intense he felt himself drowning.

Charley pushed his balls up against her slit, trying to shove them inside her sex along with his dick. The sacs were full of come and titillated her clit. To enhance this sensation, Charley frantically used her other hand to spread the pink skin that sheltered her erect, throbbing organ. Her fingers rubbed her clit while they fucked, moving away only long enough for Shawn's balls to engulf it each time their bodies crashed together.

"I'm going to come!" she moaned, her pelvis twisting in frenzied convulsions against Shawn's body. Her cunt was churning and vibrating, the silken muscles sucking his cock hard against her inner walls, pulling him inside her pie eagerly as the first flashes of her climax drove Charley wild. Her hands clutched at his balls, his legs, the velvet cover on the bed. Her mouth was open and her saliva gathered in the corners of her mouth as she writhed on the penis that impaled her body.

Shawn's full load was surging forth, ready to fill the woman's vagina with creamy fluid. He clutched her butt to hold her down on top of him while he shot his come deep inside her vagina. Their bodies undulated together as the spasms of passion ebbed and flowed, holding each other the way a sinking man grabs a floating timber. Shawn was overcome. Charley was drained and exhausted. Neither one had anticipated this intense, simultaneous climax. They were dripping with perspiration, panting and gasping for air.

Charley's dark head dropped down between his legs as she was engulfed with the fireworks and explosions of her climax. She was not able to move off the cock that shuddered and twitched inside her cunt. Even as Shawn's prick shrank down within the dark hole of her pussy, she felt the organ and each fresh touch of her tender flesh against his body forced new waves of orgasmic fury through her.

Shawn reached out to hold her body, turning her on the pivot of his prick until her breasts touched his chest and her dark curls tickled his shoulders. She was limp and happy, kissing his face with her dry mouth, letting herself collapse on top of him without caring about anything except what they had shared together.

"Thank you," she whispered. She meant those words. It was the first time a man had loved her without plundering her. She HAD learned something.

"My pleasure, dearest," Shawn answered, licking her ear while she squirmed on top of him. She felt her pie gush more juice out in preparation for another penis. Charley's body was more eager than she realized for the rest of the evening's entertainment.

"Beautiful! I almost came just watching both of you. Darling, you do fuck a woman well!" Charles said as he approached the bed, his cock erect and guiding the way.

"Join us," Shawn invited in a quiet, wasted voice his lover understood. Charles touched the bed, his face and his prick aimed at the exposed anal pore Charley exhibited as she lay impaled on Shawn's cock, her face buried in his shoulder, her breathing coming in short, rasping gasps.

Charles had been masturbating. His hand still held the hard pole he had driven into Shawn's rectum almost daily. He felt the pressure mounting inside his groin, the ache of his balls as they cried for release. Never actually fucking a female before, all the young man could do was aim for familiar territory. Her tight anus beckoned him.

Shawn watched his lover prepare to jam his cock into Charley's visible, available rectum. He clung to her fragile body, wondering if she could withstand any more intrusions into her orifices. He wanted to protect the panting woman whose breasts were pressing against his chest as she gasped for air. Yet, he also wanted Charles, the man he loved and lived with, to enjoy his piece of the action that Robert had given them.

"Don't ram her, darling," Shawn whispered, hoping that Charles would hear his voice. Charley was still inert upon his body, her long legs now stretched out close to his, but her cunt clutching at the limp penis Shawn had not removed from her hole. Her dark head never moved when Shawn spoke, and he hoped she was drifting towards sleep.

"You got your sexual rocks off, love! What the fuck am I supposed to do?? You make me come with a hand job better than I can masturbate ... if I can't have my piece of this tail, then jack me off yourself!! Please, darling, don't move! Just grab my prick and jerk me off," Charles said, complaining and frustrated simultaneously. Even he was uncertain where one feeling started and the other began.

"She will accept your dick. Just let her catch her breath. Give her a minute to climb off me so she can administer to you, dear," Shawn answered, one hand leaving the silken flesh of Charley and reaching out for his lover's body, trying to assure Charles that nothing had changed between them.

Charles stopped his pushing towards her tight, wrinkled rectum. He was poised above the two naked bodies, uncertain as to his next move. Charley raised her head, speaking slowly and deliberately to both men. She was still tingling from her climax with Shawn, but she had wanted more even before Charles had reappeared on the scene.

"It's fine, Charles. Lie with us for a little while. I'll keep you hard and strong," Her voice trailed off as she touched his cock and traced the pulsing veins with her fingers. He had already moved towards her hands and away from her buttocks. His young face was flushed with excitement as she cupped her hand around his aching penis.

"Let your lover regain his full erection. Then I'll show you something about him you've never experienced. Until Shawn has rested, let me suck you and kiss your sex. You watched. I can give you pleasure," Charley finished, her mind racing madly as she sought to salvage the entire situation. She wanted to stay with these men until her mind unclogged. If Charles felt cheated or left out, that visit would be impossible.

"God, we play horrible games with other people," she thought, her hand grasping the pole Charles offered her willingly.

Slowly, easily, Charley ran her hand along the shaft Charles shoved at her face. She cupped his balls in her hands and licked them, sucked them into the warmth of her mouth. He knelt before her, never uttering a sound, as he moved in and out of the wet, hot hole her mouth showed him.

"Go to Shawn. HE needs YOU now. When you are both ready, I will show you a new, delicious way to touch each other. Go to him, Charles. He needs your arms and mouth, not mine," Charley urged. Her instinctual wisdom guided her rather than her pride. The lovers belonged together; she was only a temporary gift that Robert had given, maybe, she giggled, a wedding present!

Hating to let Shawn's cock leave her pie, Charley rolled off his naked body to give Charles enough space to approach his lover. She lay on her back, eyes closed, trying to see the entire pattern of her life. Beside her, two men locked together in passionate embrace, mouths hungering for each other, tongues touching where no eye could see. Nothing made sense to Charley! How many times had she reached that conclusion??? How many times had she then gone right back to the man who kept her and all that closed her in.

Shawn might have been tired, but the instant Charles kissed his lips, his cock stirred and started to grow larger and larger. They held each other, much like a man and a woman cling together when they feel intense love combined with a threat to that secure bliss. The men were in love. Charley knew that simply by the way they touched each other. Her envy was not noticed because they were too busy feeling and touching to remember her presence, except as a dim backdrop which might give fleeting pleasure.

Charley watched Shawn entwine his legs around Charles the minute the young man kissed his lips. They pressed together, cocks straining for release, grinding against each other with a passion that came solely from touching. This was a new experience for the dark woman; her experience had always involved animal lust for a BODY. The person who owned the body was never of concern.

Shawn and Charles loved each other because they liked each other. The sexual aspect was separate from the pure and basic fact that they cared about each other. Charley had never seen two men together so her eyes were glued to the gyrations of their slim, naked bodies grinding together. Her mind was far away, though, from the physical spectacle presented for whoever cared to watch.

What Charley kept wondering about was her own self. Why had she never found the love these young gay men knew and expected from each other? Her cunt might be pretty, but there was more to her than the hole every female had without asking for it. Sometimes, Charley wished her cunt were gone. She dreamed of a man who loved Charley, never caring about her cunt or her tits or body, a man who loved the person she knew instead of the image and the physical endowments that anyone could see.

Where would she go? What would happen after her brief sojourn with these two young men, both handsome and alert, both totally committed to each other? Charley wanted to beg for asylum with them, to plead for time to sort her life out before she left Robert and his crazy games. But she understood in that secret spot everyone guards, she liked the life Robert gave her. Yes, he GAVE it to her, but that didn't matter.

Shawn was still prone, his cock beginning to rise up again as Charles sucked it, his tongue never going down below the hard ridge that turned Charley on. Men were different, even if their feelings were similar to a woman's. They had to fuck and love differently. Charley watched, her head so tormented and disunited that she only desired to join the fags and escape her life's problems for a while longer.

Charles had wrapped his slender body around Shawn until their cocks touched. While Charlie watched. Shawn began to run his hand along the hard prick, each time stopping long enough to cup Charles' balls and massage them before he traveled up along the pole to play with the hole at the tip. They both clung to each other, begging for release that certainly did not include Charley any longer. In their feverish reunion, the sultry female had been forgotten.

"SHAWN!" Charley screamed, her naked body still aching for both men, her limbs spread for both men to enter any hole she could offer. Without knowing why, the sight of Shawn's new, growing erection was a threat to Charley. She was secure when she believed that her own body and her enticements drove a man crazy. Now, as she watched the young men grind together, she understood for certain that more had to be involved than simple, explicit sex. Hadn't one of the fags told her they talked together for hours?

What was she supposed to do? Stay a few days and return to Robert's tyranny? Charley realized she had little choice, but she was no longer happy with that arrangement for the rest of her life. "For the rest of my life": those words strangled her, left her incapable of doing anything. She saw Shawn and Charles banging into each other, knowing that every touch would someday have a sentimental value. They loved each other.

"Sweetheart, come to us now, please," Shawn's voice beckoned Charley and allowed her to forget the much larger problems of her life.

"Tell me . . . NO!!" she protested her own submission, seeing where she could aid, what she wanted to add to the copulation her own eyes viewed whenever she dared to open them. All Charley wished to do was give both men the things they had been promised. Once Robert's debts had been paid, she could leave, leave with no regrets and no fears that Mr. Robert Towers might pursue her.

"Shawn . . ." Her voice was silly and cowed, not the same woman who had come to a climax with him.

"Show Charles. That's all you can do, dearest. If we can help you, we will. But . . ." Shawn's words ended because he remembered the women who had gone back to Robert and his way of life before they realized the life available to them without Robert's help. Shawn wished Charley would run from that man immediately, but, as he watched her administer "head" to Charles, he realized that the woman was more of a "professional" than he had imagined.

"Slower . . . don't grind your teeth into me ..." Charles muttered as Charley sucked his cock deep into her mouth. He was certainly not as large as his lover, but Charles had a splendid prick, full and hard, desirous of a place to dump his semen.

The woman felt that Shawn had left her alone to deal with his very young, very jealous lover. Her mouth wanted to suck Charles' cock while her head kept reminding her that any man would eventually begin telling her what she MUST do for him. There was another secret part of her that she heard then, die Woman who hated any man who believed that if she could make him unload his brimming cock they somehow had a common bond. For the first time in her life, Charley understood what her friend Chris had told her about men. They were all basically the same!!

Maybe Chris was right. Charley remembered all the men who had entered her treasure and her body quivered with horror. She still licked the tender, responsive tip of Charles' prick, sucking his pole inside her warm mouth with little thought about whether it was "right" or "wrong." If men were all the same, all screwed-up, it made practical sense to Charley that the same maxim held true for women. So, as she tried to please Charles with her tongue stabbing and licking his manhood, she realized that if all of those practical "philosophies of life" held true, then everyone, penis or cunt, was screwed-up and had little, if any, hope!

Charley's rosy Lips sucked Charles' prick, encircling the head and drawing it into her warm mouth. She longed to make him come. Every time her tongue entered his tiny hole, the miniature opening at the end of his penis, Charles' body arched up towards the ceiling. He writhed underneath the driving stabs of her tongue as it dug deeper into his tender, swollen cock. He screamed out in mingled pain and pleasure, hoping that Shawn would pull the dark woman off his tender, throbbing prick. Nothing stopped her tonguing or his distracting excitement.

Shawn was watching the woman suck off his young lover, his erection growing harder and stronger each time Charles cried out his excitement. Maybe Charley could show the young man that women were capable of delivering some sexual pleasure to men; maybe now Charles would understand why Shawn occasionally wanted a woman to fuck and suck, a woman to suck his cock and lick his balls. Shawn stared at the woman's mouth as she pulled Charles' prick inside her lips and jabbed at the head with her expert tongue. He wanted to join them.

Charley was ready for the denouement of this orgy. She was hot and eager for both men to fill her up with their brimming pricks. She slid up Charles' body until her wet pussy was poised above the cock she had sucked almost until it dumped in her mouth. Charles stared at her, not certain what was happening.

"Shawn, get in back. Mount my rear. Fuck my ass-hole. Charles is going to fuck my cunt hard!" Charley ordered the aroused man who was watching her.

She dropped her vagina around the pole that stuck up from Charles' prone body. He gasped as her cunt closed in warmly around his cock, feeling the wet, clasping muscles that pulled him inside her pussy. Shawn mounted her body from behind, pushing his huge member into her rectum, inch by inch, her butt grinding against his thrusting. Charley was sandwiched between the two men, both holes filled with cock.

"Feel his cock, Charles? Push harder, fuck my cunt harder. Feel Shawn's penis inside my ass ... fuck harder . . . harder!" she cried out, her body pushing towards both men furiously as her own climax began to surface.

Shawn was pumping rapidly, his dick spreading her tight anus so wide it hurt Charley. His balls smacked against her ass cheeks every time he pounded into her butt. Charles had reached up to grip her shoulders, pumping furiously himself, ramming his rod into her pie with equal fury to Shawn. Their organs seemed to slam together inside her belly someplace, a sensation that was driving Charley mad with pleasure.

"Harder, damn you, fuck me harder!! Feel me, feel your cocks crash together! Pump faster, faster, faster!" she screamed.

The two men were driving into her at full-speed, smashing her slender body between them as they both felt the hot semen in their sacs start to boil urgently. Charley was grinding madly already, her body twisting with the floods of delirium that came as the men plundered her orifices. She felt Shawn's cock grow harder and larger as he pumped into her ass and sagged on her back with the fury of his spurting come. Charles was clinging to her as he shot out his liquid fire, fine cream that burned her pussy as it burst inside.

Charley was plastered against Charles, her clit still massaging his pelvis as the three of them panted and reveled in their climax. Shawn was lying on her back, holding her down, his come dripping out of her ass and running between her legs. Charles felt his lover's liquid essence dribble onto his balls as he remained prone underneath the woman and Shawn.

"Wow! Shit, I have never felt like that before," Charley whispered finally. It no longer mattered if the men knew that she had initiated a game she had never played before. Her body told her she had been successful, and that was all that counted right then. She felt both pricks still embedded in her body, the come of all three mingling to perfume the room with an aroma that could be bottled as an aphrodisiac.

"Lady, you are something else! You fuck like an animal. You fuck like a snake," Charles said in a tone that was almost admiration. It was as close to a compliment as he had ever come with a woman.

"Now what, love?" was all Shawn asked as he rolled off Charley's naked back and saw the river of white semen that ran down her crack and made a pool inside the fine hairs of Charles' pubis. "Was that good? Did I fuck you well? Did Robert tell the truth?" she asked coolly as she climbed off Charles and sat on the edge of the bed, her holes leaving dark stains underneath her.

"Robert never sells anything he isn't certain about, dear lady. You are, to quote our silent partner, 'a snake.' You fuck like a snake . . . maybe you live like a snake. Maybe, sweetheart, you must become a snake to survive. Only you know that," Shawn commented slowly, his hand reaching over Charles to touch Charley's shoulder softly and fleetingly, as though he wanted her to know he was not putting any value judgment in his words.

Charley turned quickly at his touch and his words. She wished Shawn would kiss her again, show her that she had performed well and that he still cared about her. His comments made her shudder. Had she turned into a viper under the tutelage of Mr. Robert Towers? She wasn't sure she cared anymore.

"What will you do now?" Shawn asked again. He walked towards the table as he spoke, his large cock swinging with each step, his magnificent balls dangling down between his legs like perfect works of sculpture. He returned to the large bed with the champagne, drinking the expensive wine from the bottle as if it were table wine.

Charley took the bottle eagerly, swilling the champagne without caring if it cost more than most of her gowns. She offered the bottle to Charles who was finally sitting up, his back propped against the omate wood headboard, his cock nestled peacefully in the patch of pubic hair that was sticky and fragrant from all of their come. He took a long drink, seeming to forget that he had bought the champagne for a more splendid and formal occasion.

"What will you do? Answer me, please, if you can. You will have to decide that sooner or later," Shawn repeated. He sat next to Charley, pushing her tangled mane of hair out of her face so he could see her eyes. She shuddered involuntarily and turned to the strange man who had managed to touch her deepest soul. Charley threw her arms around him and hugged Shawn tightly.

"Hey, cut that shit out! You have no more claim to him now. Don't hang on him. He's my lover, not yours. You BELONG to Robert, whore. Remember who pays the bills for your dalliances, sweetie," Charles shot at her, jealousy again making him less than happy to see her beautiful naked body touching Shawn.

"I'll go back to him. I have nowhere else to go now. Unless . . ." Charley's voice trailed off. She could call Paul or Chris, her friend, a lady who might be able to help. Chris would understand, if Charley could summon the nerve to explain her situation.

"May I use the phone? It's long-distance. Maybe there is something besides Robert's way of fife for me. I can see," she said quietly, uncertain of her own ability to leave the domineering man who had taken care of her and shown her a slice of life that had its appeal even as she contemplated leaving him.

"Go ahead. Down the hall, it's more private," Shawn answered, his hand now stroking his young lover's crotch gently and without frenzy. It was a way of expressing love, not a manipulation to get an erection. Charley was once more impressed by the love shared between the men. Her experience taught that anything involving the touching of sexual organs meant the demand for fucking. This was sweet and warm and loving. She hurried to call Chris.

"Certainly, babe, you are welcome. Alex and I are very open and free with each other. He will let you join our family, if you want," Chris' voice said over the phone. She sounded happy to hear from Charley, and thrilled by the story Charley had related about her sexual bondage.

"Alex?" Charley questioned. Last time the women spoke Chris lived alone.

"My roommate and lover. Unless we are with other people. I think you'd like sleeping between us. He knows how to screw, dear, very well! He's hung like a bull! I can love your pussy better than a man. I know what makes a woman feel good . . . we could be happy together," Chris said, her voice soft and inviting. She was trying to seduce Charley over the telephone.

"Thanks Chris. Ill call you as soon as I'm sure. Give my love to Alex. Thanks again." Charley hung up the phone, her head spinning wildly again, the confusion of her life returning like a stunning blow as she listened to Chris' offer.

Charley tried to imagine Chris licking her cunt, sucking her breasts, entering her pie with her fingers. She tried to taste her friend's mouth and smell her female fragrance. She wondered about their female bodies entangled on a bed, rubbing and touching bare flesh. Charley was mystified. She had hoped for something different from Chris.

"Well?" Shawn asked when she came back to the bedroom. The men were drinking champagne and leaning together, a unit that no one could separate.

"I'm going back to Robert. Sex is all most people understand or care about. You are lucky. If I ever find what you share, I'll run to your hilltop and invite you both to my wedding. I must leave. Thank you both." Charley sounded sad and wistful, but that changed as she finished speaking. She knew where she belonged. Robert was waiting for her. She had to go back. Nothing sounded any different or any better than what he gave her. Charley left the men lying together on the velvet bedspread.

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