Chapter 14
When Donna went back to Charlie, he was gone. She had the two hundred dollars, and she was so excited and elated, she wanted to show it to him.
She lay down for a moment, after she'd fed Dandy, and then she tried to think of where he could be. She wondered if he was off screwing some other chick at her place, or had he gotten angry over her going to have sex with another woman, and gone to get loaded at the bar-to express in his own unsubtle way, his displeasure.
The more she thought of this annoying possibility, the more she thought she might be right. So, she got dressed in some conservative clothes, not to attract attention, and proceeded to go to the corner bar and check it out.
When she got in the bar, she didn't have long to find out what was happening to her Charlie. There he was, stoned out of his mind, sitting in a dark corner table by himself. When the waitress would go back and forth to deliver the orders, he'd take a swipe at her plump behind.
"Stop it," she said angrily the last time, and then she started to go to the bartender to register her complaint, but she noticed Donna walk in and sit down beside him. She figured he was taken care of now, and was grateful because her rear end was sore from all of Charlie's vigorous whacks he'd planted there.
"Well, I thought you'd stay with her," he slurred drunkenly, "I'm surprised you even came back to the Village, or did you just come back long enough to get your clothes so you can go back to Park Avenue?"
"You're drunk."
"Did you notice that too?" he smiled, in a silly manner. Then, his hand reached down on her thigh.
"Keep your hands off me in public," Donna declared, "Now, we're going home."
As they started to walk out, the bartender cried out, "Hey, he hasn't paid his bill."
"How much is it?"
"Thirty dollars," the bartender said testily. "Charlie couldn't drink that much," she said angrily.
"No, but he's a bigshot, he was buying for his friends-people he never saw before in his life."
"Alright, here's the money," Donna said handing him one of the crisp hundred dollars that Lila had given her.
"You travel in good crowds," he smiled, "Hundred dollar an hour-"
"Stop right there, if you want your money, louse!"
"Don't call me names," he said angrily. "You can't get by with it."
"Go to hell," she said angrily, "and give me my change!"
"Fifteen percent tip we must add now."
"No tip, no-way!"
The bartender gave her back the change. She counted it carefully, and looked at him coldly. "Five more please-"
"Did I goof?" he smiled, and handed her the five without question.
When she finally got home with Charlie, he was almost passed out. She managed to get him to bed, and then she went to lie down on the sofa. Dandy curled up beside her, and as she stroked him, she couldn't help thinking how little problems he caused, as opposed to Charlie-who was a never-ending maze of problems.
Finally, he came to enough to tell her something.
"Baby," he grinned foolishly, "I met Harry at the bar today."
"That's nice," she said sullenly. "Well, wait till I tell you what he told me-"
"I can hardly wait."
"You are bitchy today, aren't you, honey?"
"Well, I've just come back from a decent place to live-over on Park Avenue."
"Yeah, I'll bet she tried to lure you away from me, didn't she? She wanted to fuck you more than your dog, isn't that the truth? I told you so, too."
"Lila La Marr is a beautiful, sensitive actress who told me she thought you did me a big disservice taking me out of college and bringing me to a dump in the Village."
"That's what you call appreciation," Charlie smiled.
"Sorry, but I don't look at it the same way I did," she said quietly, "I guess I'm growing up."
"That's too bad," Charlie said, "You were such a good kid when you weren't grown up."
"Lila invited me to live in her gorgeous apartment," Donna goaded him.
"Well, why'd you come back here, then? You had a nice setup there. She'd keep you like a bird in a gilded cage. You'd love that!"
"No, I wouldn't love it, but it might be a big step up from coming home to a drunk who won't even marry me."
"Why should I?"
"That's right, Charlie. Why should you marry me?"
"Well, like I was going to tell you before you so rudely interrupted," he continued, "Harry tells me that dirty dog flick you worked in is a sensation, and the cat who was lucky enough to buy the movie from him outright is searching for the girl to star her in another one fast."
"Oh, no, that's great," she gasped excitedly, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I've been trying to for the last half hour," he said disgustedly. "And he'll pay you a grand a flick. How's them apples?"
"That's too good to be true," she smiled. "Dandy and I movie stars."
"Of a sort," Charlie smiled.
"You would have to get your little dig in, wouldn't you?"
"Sorry bout' that," he laughed.
Going over to him, she looked at him, unshaven, and sad. His bleary, drunken eyes touched her heart instead of turning her off. Perhaps it was because she thought Charlie needed her. And it gave her a warm feeling way down deep to think anybody needed her that much.
"I'm going to undress you, so you can sleep," she told him, and then she started taking off his clothes. When she got down to his shorts, she noticed his huge penis was swollen, pressing at the cotton material. She pulled them down, and his huge penis flipped before her eyes.
Then, she stripped, and Dandy came over to the bed just to watch.
"I'm going to suck you all over," she smiled, "just like you sucked on me-because I want to prove one thing."
"What?" Charlie laughed, as he stroked her face.
"That is spite of everything-you turn me on!" And, then she began letting her tongue lick away at his face, showering his entire face with hot, sticky kisses.
"Hey stop that," he laughed, "I didn't do that to you. I used just the tip of my tongue."
"Alright," she agreed, and then she brushed her tongue over his chest, and slid down to his feet and sucked on his toes, just as he had sucked on her toes.
The toe-sucking action didn't bring any erotic sensations to him at all. But, when she told him to turn over on his stomach, he was puzzled as to what she planned to do.
She straddled him, and when she looked in the mirror and caught the view of their naked bodies together, it did indeed excite her. She reached out, and slowly massaged Charlie's muscular back. When she came down to his buttocks, she moved down, and bent overbrushing her great breasts back and forth until his body quivered in hot sexual anticipation.
Reaching between his legs, she massaged his prostate gland. This gave him an instant hard-on. But, she wouldn't stop. She wanted to give him a variety of sensations, things that were coming to her in the impromptu spontaineity of passion.
She pressed down hard with her breasts against his buttocks, and he pushed up. The erotic collision of soft breast crushing against firm, round buttock was exciting to both of them. And then, for good measure, she buried her face in his buttocks, letting her hot tongue slide around his anus. She finally stiffened her tongue, and shoved it up his tight asshole.
"Ohhh, that's it," he panted, "I like that!"
"I'm glad you like to eat my ass out, honey cause I sure like the sensation of a hot tongue sliding up there."
"Ohhh, ahh lick it, lick my ass out," he cried in frenzied delight, as she kept her tongue whipping up his behind with piston-precision.
And then, when he knew he couldn't last much longer, he turned over, and gripping his proud penis, he smiled.
"This is why you like me, isn't it honey?"
She was licking on his balls now, and carefully she sucked each ball into her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue's caresses. And then she let both balls slip into her mouth. When she observed, he was pulling on his penis, she gripped it herself, and started masturbating him.
"You give a great hand-job," he smiled at her.
"I give better head," she smiled. And then she licked the underside of his thick, throbbing male member, using her tongue to slowly slide around the glans section of the penis.
She stroked the side of his buttocks with her hand, and then she let him thrust it in her mouth, but he wiggled, and begged her, "Honey, let me be on top. You can put your head on a pillow, and I can drive it farther down your throat at that angle."
She obliged him, and let the slippery penis slide out of her mouth. Then, he moved a pillow over to her, placing it behind her head, when he wadded it up enough to give her head just the right angle he needed to do his thing. He stabbed it up there good, and went to town.
When she looked up, she saw his balls bouncing on her chin.
"Watch in the mirror," he cried out excitedly. And she cast a glance in the direction of the mirror. Sure enough, it was a fantastic angle.
The penis slid down her throat, and she gripped his buttocks, massaging them as he humped her.
"Suck my prick," he cried out excitedly, "Now, you're doing it right. Ohhhh, baby, does that ever feel good when I'm sliding down your throat. Give it to me, baby, suck it out."
His thighs were sweating in his frenzied excitement, and he pushed his thighs against her face. She loved to feel like a prisoner of his penis, with his hot, blond thighs standing guard, and his balls bouncing nervously up and down her chin, as his huge penis thrust down her throat.
The great moment of climax was the one she waited for with great delight.
"How does this compare to Lila La Marr's plastic cocks?" Charlie demanded. "The real thing, baby-suck it!"
He pulled out, when he neared climax because he particularly liked the sensation of her sucking his hot, creamy juices out.
"Now, baby, now," he gasped, and she sucked the sperm right out of his dong.
"Ahhh, ohhh, you're too much, baby, I love you," he blurted, letting the truth escape from his subconscious in this high point of sexual delight, when he couldn't control what he said or how he felt. And it was this that held them both together. When their bodies blended on a bed, it was like Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.
She didn't pull off his joint until she'd finished eating him. Then, he looked down at her, and whispered, "I guess you know I love you now."
"Oh, Charlie, I always knew it-I just wanted to hear you say it. Say it again."
"I love you," he repeated softly. "Just once more."
"Baby, what's wrong-I love you," he chuckled, amused at how much it meant to her just to have him mouth those three little words.
He slid down on her and proved how much she meant to him. "Hold your knees with your hands, and get that ass up so I can lick it," he told her.
Drawing her knees up, she clasped her hands around them, and Charlie's hot tongue lashed her there.
"Ohhh, ahhh, Charlie, that feels fantastic," she told him. "Keep it up, honey. I can hardly stand it. You're so good tonight!"
Charlie was good. He was inflamed with the passion of his total love for her, and her body, he knew would turn him on like no other-ever.
His tongue stiffened, and he suddenly stabbed far up her hot, quivering anus. As he tongue-fucked her at this pleasing angle, she watched his thrusting tongue in the mirror. She could get a better view of it there than she could looking down. The sight of her round, smooth blonde buttocks, and Charlie's hot tongue lashing her anus, excited her until she was shaking with passion.
But, she didn't want him to spend forever on her anus, when her vagina demanded eating.
"Eat my pussy-you dirty pussy eater," she laughed.
"Alright, you slut," he smiled, and they played with words like two kids.
Charlie's face went down over her moist mound, and he licked its hairy surface for a quick moment, and then he dipped his tongue inside her well.
Nobody could ever eat pussy better than Charlie. This she knew. His talent was in his tongue. And how he lapped at her juicy vagina walls, probing, searching, jabbing, anything, everything to create a series of super sensations, and then the blinding, passionate moment of climax.
"Suck it," she begged, "Suck it out. Ohhhh, Charlie, baby, I'm coming-lick it, lick it all out."
She juiced, and he licked.
"I must have come in multiples," she smiled, "It seemed like it would never stop."
"That happens when the right tongue is in there," Charlie winked.
"Honey," she smiled, "You had nothing to fear from Lila La Marr. Her plastic prick can't hold a candle to your cock. It's a shabby imitation. I like the genuine article."
"I'm glad you do," he nodded, "You had me awful worried there for a minute. That woman is so beautiful she's evil, and she's notorious for luring young girls into her bed, and into her life."
"I guess when you put up such a fuss about my going-that made me want to go all the more."
"You are a perverse so and so, aren't you?" he laughed.
"I am," she admitted, "And maybe that's why we get along so well."
"Do we get along well?" Charlie smiled. "In bed we do," she nodded.