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on: May 07, 2019, 01:23:23 AM
The Charm  - Caught by Teacher
Copyright 2004 by Sailbad
Part: 1 of 2

Warning: Explicit sexual content.  Distribution to minors forbidden.

Disclaimer: This following is a work of fiction intended purely for
the entertainment of its reader.  Any depiction of persons living
or deceased is purely coincidental.  You must be 18 or over to read
this story.  In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly
when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult,
often causes deep psychological damage.  The author does not
condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life.

Summary: A 13 year old boy's discoveries in sex with the help of
the strange sexuality of his teacher who taps him for her needs.



Charlie was a handsome, intelligent and fit thirteen-year old boy
who lived under very sad, stressful, and demanding circumstances. 
His mother died when he was six leaving him and his overworked,
fifty year old father to patch together an existence as best they
could on their own.  It was hard on the boy.  He had to forsake the
playtime activities his friends enjoyed to help his father maintain
their home.  Charlie learned responsibility, courage, independence,
and determination before he learned his multiplication tables. 
However, leisure was just a small portion of what he had sacrificed. 
The absence of a mother figure left a yawning gap in Charlie’s life,
a fact that did not go unnoticed by his father, who steeled himself
to find just the right mother figure for his son.   

When Charlie was nine his father met just such a woman and married a
very shy but pretty, spinster-librarian of forty-nine named Alice. 
Alice had waited all of her life for an opportunity to fulfill
herself as a wife and a mother.  Her lifelong ambition was
domesticity with a loving husband and happy children to devote
herself to.  Sadly, she watched the prime of her life slip by with
all opportunity to realize her dreams stifled by her own timidity. 
At long last, her hope was restored when she was invited to share
the lives of Charlie and his father. 

Alice was such a kind and sweet lady and she was so good to Charlie
and his father.  Because she never treated him like a kid but rather
as a young friend, Charlie quickly became very doting on her.  She
would relate to him in detail her long lonely life waiting for a man
to love and a family to embrace.  Charlie was captivated by her and
looked up to her as a tragic heroine that needed the shelter of him
and his father.  She was their treasure. 

At one time Charlie even had a big crush on Alice and cherished her
regal feminine grace, heart-shaped face, high cheekbones and large,
wise eyes.  To Charlie, she was the prettiest, most noble woman in
the world and he was proud to be near her.  In return, Alice was so
grateful to finally have in her life the love of Charlie and his
father and she flourished in the fulfillment she had waited for so
long and patiently.  They all three enjoyed a peaceful, happy
existence.  Sadly, it did not last.

When Charlie was 12, his father died tragically.  Charlie, of
course, was devastated but had to walk the long road to recovery by
himself.  With the loss of a love in her life, Alice became an empty
shell of her former self.  Her slightly nervous but energetic perky
nature turned languorous and sullen.  Her jet-black hair quickly
showed streaks of gray and her light, nimble frame became just a
case study in frailty.  The first week after the funeral, she clung
to Charlie like a life preserver, afraid to lose him too.  Charlie,
being a good-natured and conscientious boy, did not hold it against
her to be so clinging and needy.  He understood how she felt and did
his best to help her cope and cause her no trouble.  Charlie
actually loved her a great deal and wanted only for her to be as
happy and fulfilled as she had once been.  Forced to mature at a
very early age, he took it upon himself to take care of her and
nurse her wounded spirit.  Being truly fond of Charlie, Alice
returned his affection ten fold.

Having just entered puberty, his hormones were playing havoc on his
emotions as well as other things.  He quickly discovered
masturbation and he lost himself in it on a nightly basis.  Many
images and fantasies filled his young mind including a great deal
centered around his stepmother, Alice, but the ones that he visited
most were of his third period Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Petrova. 
Mrs. Petrova was a full figured widow in her early fifties who spoke
with a distinct East European accent.  Her graying dark brown hair
piled in neat rolls at the back of her head framed a round, fine-
featured face that still bore traces of a slowly relinquished
beauty.  Charlie had only rudimentary knowledge of female anatomy
and even less about sex, but that did not deter his imagination from
richly immersing his fantasies of Mrs. Petrova in detail.  The more
he entertained himself with thoughts of her, the more elaborate the
fantasies became. 

These fantasies began to extend into his daily life.  He would sit
at his desk in his Social Studies class never taking his eyes from
Mrs. Petrova.  He loved every line of her body and paid close
attention to whatever bulge or curve that a tight spot in her
clothes would reveal.  This compounded with his highly detailed
imagination never failed to produce an erection.  In fact, Charlie
had an erection almost the entire time he was in her class and took
great pains in trying to conceal it.  His worst fear was of being
called on in class and having to stand to give the answer.  Luckily,
his classmates never noticed the tell tale long crease extending up
the front of his pants but one day Mrs. Petrova did and just stared
at it the entire time he was standing.  From that day on, Charlie
noticed her shooting glances at his erection every time he stood or
walked by her desk.  He was so embarrassed but was grateful that she
had the discretionary tact not to breach his confidentiality.

Charlie did not know why he was so obsessed with Mrs. Petrova, he
had prettier teachers and other thoughts to occupy his attention but
for some reason every aspect of her distracted him.  His grades were
not suffering so he felt no reason to check his lustful thoughts and
then one day he went too far and that was when his life began to
change drastically.

The class was taking a pop quiz and all the students were silently
bent over their desks working on the test.  Mrs. Petrova was grading
papers, sitting at a table that stood beside her desk at the front
of the row of desks where Charlie was seated.  He was working so
ardently on his test that he had lost his erection and without
watching what he was doing, he knocked his eraser off his desk.  He
immediately dove to the left side of his desk to retrieve it and as
he did, he glanced up the row of desks and saw the knee and calf of
Mrs. Petrova’s leg under the table.  She was wearing that day a
white blouse and a plain, woolen skirt that came up to just above
her knees. 

Charlie was at once thrilled by this small glimpse and sat up
pondering the wonders of what was up that skirt.  His erection
returned.  He answered a couple more questions and then faced the
nagging curiosity of another foray.  He summoned up his courage and
then with a surreptitious look around, he pushed his eraser off the
right side of his desk.  He ducked down after it and then slowly
looked up the aisle.  There were her legs, her shapely calves rising
up to her rounded knees and then between them those softly curved
thighs.  He focused his gaze and looked as hard as he could between
the bulges of flesh, trying to find what lay beyond.  As he did, she
slightly spread her knees to turn in her chair and when she did
Charlie did not see the white triangle of her panties beneath the
mesh of pantyhose but rather just a brownish triangle and hose
covered flesh above it.  A rush of blood pounded through his head as
this was the most erotic moment of his life.  He was trying to
infuse this image on his brain as fuel for his imagination and then
all of a sudden her knees slapped closed.  Charlie looked up and saw
Mrs. Petrova glaring at him over the top of the table.

He sprang back upright and hunched over his test expecting all hell
to break loose any second.  He harshly reproached himself, how could
he do such a thing to his dear Mrs. Petrova?  He felt like every eye
in the world had seen him and he was now under their contemptuous
gaze.  He wished he could just shrink out of existence.  He tried
but he could not finish the test, he sat there loathing himself
until the bell rang for the end of the period.  Everyone rose to
turn in their tests and leave but Charlie lagged behind to postpone
the inevitable confrontation as long as possible.  As he placed his
test on the table Mrs. Petrova looked at him sternly and said, "I
would like to see you after school, Charlie," and nothing more.

Charlie went through the rest of the day in a state of constant
worry, watching the clock with fear and dread.  He could think about
nothing but what would happen when he met Mrs. Petrova.  He knew the
shame and embarrassment alone would be horrific.  The day ended and
as his schoolmates happily fled the building, Charlie took his long
walk to Mrs. Petrova’s classroom and stood in the hallway.  As
dreadful as it felt, it was time to face the music.  He took a deep
breath and walked through the doorway.  Mrs. Petrova was at her desk
grading papers.  She did not look up from her work but she knew he
was there.  She just said, “Close the door, Charlie, and sit at your
desk.”

Charlie did as he was told and sat at his desk feeling the agonizing
tenseness in the air.  This would definitely be the wrong time to
have an erection and he tried as hard as he could to not think of
his adored teacher.  Finally, Mrs. Petrova set her work aside and
rose to her feet.  She walked slowly around the desk and then stood
in front of the table at the end of Charlie’s row of desks.  She
folded her arms in front of her and looked gravely at him.

“Charlie, you know that what you did was wrong?” she said, her voice
was like a slap of shame in Charlie’s face.  He nodded.  “Charlie, a
woman’s modesty is a sacred thing.  How do you think it makes me
feel to find you looking up my dress like that?”  Charlie hung his
head; he did not know what to say.  “What would your stepmother
say?” she added, knowing full well Charlie’s guardianship and
reverence for Alice.  The horror must have shown on Charlie’s face
because she calmed him by saying, “Do not worry, I will not bring
her into this.”  However, she still pressed on her attack with, “How
would you feel if your privacy were broken like that?”  Charlie was
too ashamed to answer.  “Perhaps you should find out.”  There was an
agonizingly long pause before she said, “Charlie, stand up,” she
said.  He stood up and expected nothing but the humiliation of a
paddling and then she spoke very slowly and firmly, “Take down your
pants.”

‘She was really going to do it,’ he thought to himself, she was
really that mad.  Reluctantly, he did as he was told, unfastening
the belt and the fly, letting them drop to the floor.  Then she hit
him with an even worse demand, “Your shorts too, Charlie,” she said. 
He grabbed them and bent down as he thrust them around his ankles. 
He stood up with his head bowed and waited for her to do something,
but she did not.  There would be no paddling, she was going to treat
him to the same violation he had inflicted on her.

Charlie stood there before her with his pants around his ankles
paralyzed with shame.  He was more embarrassed and humiliated than
he had ever felt in his life but not indignant because he knew she
was justified in putting him through this.  He had violated the
sanctity of her privacy by looking up her skirt.  This was fair. 

As he stood there in the focus of her gaze, he fell once again to
natural impulses he could not control.  The thought of this woman he
was so obsessed with watching his exposed dick played on his mind. 
He felt a bond opening up between them, as his exposure became an
offering of his devotion to her.  A slight draft gently caressing
his bare flesh only made things worse.  His small, boyish penis
began to rise.  Charlie tried hard to think about anything but Mrs.
Petrova.  He tried to think about what his stepmother would feel if
she got word of his behavior.  He tried to think about his
classmates bursting in and witnessing this sight.  He tried to think
about all the embarrassment that his springing a boner might cause
Mrs. Petrova.  But it was no use, the thought of his idolized
teacher watching his naked dork was too much for him and his
erection grew.  It rose in a twitching, jerking motion to its full
four-inch length.  It stiffened to almost the point of aching.  It
swelled into an arch with the tip pressed against his belly.

When Mrs. Petrova saw it begin to rise, her eyes opened wide and she
gasped.  It was more out of dismay that he should get an erection
now of all times - when he should be humiliated - than out of
disgust.  She stared at it a moment and then turned aside as if
pondering something, her eyes darted about as if she were busily
formulating some plan.  She stood gazing out the window
contemplatively for quite some time leaving Charlie in a quandary as
to what further dread might be in store for him now.

She finally turned, walked to the door and locked it.  She spun
around on her heal and looked at Charlie with her head cocked to one
side and a strangely sardonic smile on her face.  “You like me very
much, is this true, Charlie?” she asked him flatly.

Charlie got very nervous and antsy but something about the smile on
her face gave him reason to believe he could confide his heart to
her with no fear of any cruel derision.  “Y-yes, ma’am,” he
stammered.

“Charlie, I have a need… I think I can use you for something I have
in mind,” she said.

Charlie was very confused; he expected something but definitely
something much worse than that.  He anxiously waited to see what
terms were about to be leveled at him.  She casually strolled to
face him in front the table.  She stood with her hands on her hips
and the same smile as she just looked at him, studying him. 

“Charlie,” she finally spoke, “there is going to have to be an
understanding between us.  We are going to share a very special
secret and I think I am safe in trusting you to keep this just
between us, OK?”

Charlie just nodded his head.  She leaned back against the table as
she stepped out of her shoes.

“I am going to reveal something to you that you must not discuss
with anyone, no matter what.  I am sharing this with you because I
think your feelings for me will not let you do anything to hurt me,
do you understand Charlie?”

“Yes ma’am,” Charlie nodded again; his fear was replaced by
curiosity at what she might be inferring.  His eyes were fixed now
on her feet, drinking in a new aspect of her he had never beheld
before.  Her hands went to her sides and pressed flat against her
skirt then her fingers began pulling the material up to bunch under
her palms.  Charlie was mesmerized as he watched her hem climb
higher and higher up her hose covered thighs, past the point where
her pantyhose darkened, all the way up to her hips.  He was
astounded as to why she would do this or what was about to happen. 
His excitement mounted as her curvaceous upper legs were revealed to
him. 

She gathered up her skirt all the way to the hem and then in a quick
motion she drew it up to her waist and then dug her fingers
underneath to her waistband.  Charlie’s arousal rushed to overload
and he suddenly felt close to shooting his wad.  He could not
believe what was taking place before him or how close it brought him
to getting off without even touching himself.  His eyes were fixed
on her upper thighs where her billowed skirt just barely obscured
the place he knew the triangular patch of her pussy to be.  His eyes
darted back and forth between her ample, round hips taking in all
the exposed curves she had offered to him. 

She hooked her thumbs into the tops of her pantyhose and began to
slowly push them down, following the curves of her legs all the way
to the floor.  Charlie felt disappointment as her skirt fell down
behind her hands but also a thrill as he knew her bush was now
uncovered below that skirt.  Mrs. Petrova pulled the hose from both
her feet and then slowly straightened back upright pulling her skirt
up with her as she went.  Charlie took in the sight of her bare,
soft, creamy-white thighs and waited for her to expose the object of
his longing.  After one last pause, she scooped up the front of her
skirt and presented Charlie with the full, unobstructed view of the
object of all young males’ wonder - her pussy.  She stood there
holding up her skirt, still and silent, watching Charlie intently,
letting him take it all in and then she raised herself on her toes
and sat on the edge of the table, slightly parting her knees,
putting herself on display for him. 

Upon seeing the first glimpse of her pubic triangle, Charlie
actually stopped breathing.  To see those light brown curls of
femininity framed between soft, round hips and surrounded by smooth,
white skin was beyond anything his boyhood imagination could
conjure.  He was amazed and confused as to why she would just stand
there and show him her bush like that, it was contrary to everything
he knew about the opposite sex.  He followed her lead, lifted his
shirttail up out of the way, and held it under his arm.  There they
both silently stood in front of each other, naked from the waste
down, exposing themselves to each other for at least two or three
minutes.  This moment was the focal point of Charlie’s life and he
drank in every aspect of this simple yet tremendous exchange.  His
libido was overdosed and an orgasm was quickly overtaking him.  As
it approached, he felt the blood drain from his head.  Spasms tore
at him and strained every muscle in his body.  He felt the familiar
surge of joy shoot through his dork like a big feather being pulled
out through his loins.  His sperm erupted from the tip of his young
penis, squirting out in thick jets that gushed onto his belly and
ran in a slow drool down the front of his thigh.  He lost himself in
it; let it go freely, almost pushing it forth proudly like an
offering to her.

“Oh, Charlie!” Mrs. Petrova exclaimed as she saw it happen.

Charlie plunged into embarrassment and frantic apologies.  “I’m
sorry ma’am.  I couldn’t help it.  I’ll clean it up, I’m real
sorry.”  He did not know what to do.  He bent over to pull up his
pants while still holding up his shirttail with the other hand.

“Charlie, Charlie, It is alright.  I am not upset.  It is just a
terrible waste, that is all.”  Still holding up her skirt, she
stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. 
As she got close to him, he caught a thick, musky scent that he had
never encountered before.  It was the essence of her sex and it
enticed him further.  “We must not let that happen again.”  She took
him by the hand and said, “Come.”

Charlie shuffled behind her as she led him around to the other side
of the table and to her desk.  She turned and clutching her skirt up
tight around her waist, she sat in her chair.  She said, “Charlie,
come to me.  Kneel down in front of me.”  Charlie knelt in front of
her knees and starred into the mysterious pubic tangle between her
thighs.  Mrs. Petrova pulled on a lever at the side of her chair and
it dropped until her hips were even with his.  She spread her knees
and drew her chair closer to him, until he was between her thighs. 

“Charlie, I am not going to hurt you,” She said in a gentle, low
voice, her accent getting thicker.  “I am going to do something with
you.  It will feel very good to you.  But you must not speak about
this or my special condition.”

Charlie’s head was reeling, could she intend to fuck him?  Was he
ready for this?  Blessed with the almost indefatigable libido of a
boy, his erection still stood firmly against his belly.  He hoped
with all his might that he would perform satisfactorily.  He heard a
slight slurping noise that he could not quite place, it sounded like
it came from between her legs.  Mrs. Petrova scooted to the edge of
her chair and slowly crossed her calves behind Charlie’s legs and
placed her hands on his hips.  Charlie was thrilled at the contact,
never realizing it was now impossible to pull away from her, as if
he would ever want to.

She bent over him so that her head was beside his.  “It is time to
introduce you to my Charm,” she whispered.  Charlie heard more of
the wet, gurgling noise and then he saw something move in the center
of Mrs. Petrova’s cunt.  In the sparse light available between their
bodies he could see a finger-like protrusion emerge three inches
from where her hole should be.  He had never before seen a real
pussy up close but he was certain they were not supposed to have
anything like that.  He pulled away from her to allow light in more
than anything else and he met the resistance of her legs and hands.

“It is nothing to be afraid of, Charlie,” she whispered
reassuringly, “it is just my special little something extra.”  Mrs.
Petrova placed her hand before her sex and the tentacle protruding
from her pubis reached out and wrapped around two of her fingers. 
“See?  It is part of me.  It is going to help us… be together,” she
continued in a sweet voice.  She drew her hand along the underside
of the strange appendage, stroking it with her fingertips.  It
greeted and reacted to her touch as naturally and adroitly as one of
her own fingers.

She pulled her hand back in presentation and Charlie bent down to
examine this wonder.  In the dense curls of her pubic hair, he could
make out the slit of her pussy.  He could see the puffy red inner
lips highlighting the groove.  Out of the bottom end of the slit,
where it curved back toward her butt, where her vagina was, he saw
the pinkish gray tentacle glistening and writhing like a large slug. 
It emerged from her vagina and twisted and curled against the
surface of her mound as if trying to pull itself out of her.  It
kept working itself out of her until a full ten inches dangled and
writhed from her.  It was a little more than an inch and a half in
diameter at its base and gradually narrowed to a point with a slit
at the tip.  Charlie just could not stop watching it and the
beautiful pussy it emerged from.  Mrs. Petrova just stroked his back
and let him examine her.  He tentatively extended his hand to touch
it, cupping his hand underneath it and slowly lifting.  It was wet
and slick to the touch.  Charlie marveled at how lively it was in
his palm, how it curled up and then wound around his thumb; how it
caressed the back of his hand in the same way he caressed it.  With
his other hand, he petted the soft curls of her pussy and gently
probed her exposed, pink labia.  “Come, Charlie.  Let us begin,” she
finally said and he straightened himself between her legs as he was
before.

‘Begin what,’ he wondered.  ‘What did she intend to use that thing
for?’  With his head bent down, Charlie watched in amazement the
spectacle before him.  The tip rose and reached for his dick. 
Secreting its own lubricant from its surface and within, the
tentacle licked and slathered a wet, gooey mess all over Charlie’s
penis and testicles and slowly smeared it into his skin and sparse
hairs.  It coiled firmly around his penis three times and he felt
himself nearing another climax as the soft slickness and amazing
deftness of the organ treated Charlie’s dick like nothing he had
ever felt before.  After wrapping around him, the tip broke away
from the coil and began groping in the air.  The end began to open
up.  At first, it was just a small hole but it stretched wider and
fluted outward.  When it had opened to about an inch and a half, it
uncoiled a couple of turns from around Charlie’s penis and then
stretched down toward the dribble of semen on his leg.  The mouth-
like tip poised over the glob and then pressed onto it.  Charlie
could actually feel it kind of suck on his skin.  Mrs. Petrova
sighed and said, “Ahhh.  It has been so long.”  The tip slurped and
smacked against his skin, cleaning off the area.  Once finished, the
tip rose up toward Charlie’s stomach.  It lightly pushed his penis
aside and then started to suck up all traces of the spermy mess on
his belly.  Its touch was light and tickled him as it worked.  He
watched in amazement at its dexterity and deliberate incentive.

“Do you have any more for me?” she cooed musingly.  “I think you
do.”

The tip reached for the head of Charlie’s cock and seized it, he
gasped loudly.  The mouth of the strange tendril closed over his
cock-head sending him to the threshold, he knew he would not last
much longer.  Her tentacle then started to devour his penis, slowly
working itself down over him like a snake eating a rodent.  Having
never had his dick engulfed by anything tenderer than his fist, the
sensation was too much for him and before he could get a grasp of
his reflexes, he shot off again.  Charlie felt a jolt charging
through his dick as he unloaded his ejaculation into her clinging,
warm embrace.  He sincerely felt that it had to be the most intense
orgasm of his life as the fleshy member seemed to coax every last
bit of sperm out of him.  As each spurt erupted from him, he could
hear a faint gurgle as her sucking tentacle accepted his offering
and gulped it down.

“Ohhh, yes.  Yes, good…very good, Charlie,” She whispered hoarsely
to him, lightly petting his back.  And then he thought he heard her
quietly say, “Feed me.”

The stimulation seemed to make his orgasm last longer than before
and Charlie really felt like his bountiful sexual energy had been
tapped.  Her talented organ continued to suck on him and to envelop
his dick.  Charlie felt weak and his erection was beginning to fade. 
Mrs. Petrova felt it too and she said, “Let us kiss, Charlie, give
me your tongue.”  He had never kissed a girl before let alone tongue
kissing and he was a bit worried he would do it wrong.  Charlie
tilted his head back and opened his mouth to receive hers.  She bent
her head down over his face, her mouth closed over his and her
tongue quickly pushed in.

His first kiss.  Charlie tasted something strange in his mouth and
then a new surge of arousal and sexual urgency overcame his
weariness.  He sucked at her tongue for more of what ever she was
supplying him and his erection found new life.  She pulled her mouth
away with a loud smack and said, “Easy, Charlie.  A little bit at a
time.”  Mrs. Petrova lifted her head proudly and lightly closed her
eyes.  A long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips as if she were
enjoying a leisurely bath.

Charlie dropped his head back down and resumed watching her claim
his penis.  Her Charm had now swallowed his entire dick up to the
thin wisps of hair on his balls.  Then the mouth began to stretch
open wider, flaring out as the length behind it continued to slide
down over his erection.  The tip opened to a maw of about 3 inches
wide and then with one big, even sweep it engulfed his testicles. 
It wrapped over the back of his scrotum and sucked his balls into a
snug, wet cuddle, tenderly sliding to and fro around his trapped
organ.  He was inside her or rather she had swallowed him all the
way up to his crotch.

Charlie turned his head to the side and rested it on her breast.  At
that point he did not care if she swallowed him alive - oh, what a
delightful way to die!  She accepted his surrender to her body by
wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him tight to her sex
with her legs.  Meanwhile, her Charm continued to do its work on
Charlie’s captured organs.  Within the clingy encirclement,
Charlie’s cock was being treated to sensations he never dreamed
possible.  Even using both hands Charlie would never be able to
duplicate the firm but tender undulations that rolled and slid the
lithe tentacle around his lucky prick.  As it tended to him in its
tight grasp of his boyish cock and balls, it slowly drew back up
into her vagina, bringing Charlie’s penis with it until Charlie’s
hips were pressed flush against her.  He was enchanted by the
sensation of her coarse, thick pubic hairs tickling all around his
groin.  She spread her knees wide and held him tight against her as
she used her hands to induce him to begin thrusting at her,
prompting his natural urges.  Nature took over Charlie and he began
to fuck in earnest, driving to discharge another load. 

Charlie was in heaven.  He, he alone was in intimate contact with
his adored Mrs. Petrova and receiving pleasure from her the likes of
which he had never known.  He thrilled at the knowledge that she had
entrusted him with her deep secret and that through their strange
contact she was extracting something from him she highly valued. 
With his hands wrapped around her ample butt, he drove against her
and enjoyed the sensation of her soft flesh and pubic hair on his
hips and belly as his cock was gently milked by her clasping
tendril.  A matter of seconds later, he stiffened under the
onslaught of another climax and squirted his third load into her
sucking, fleshy tube.  She cooed her congratulations to his issue in
some language he could not understand and waited for his exuberance
to run its course before lifting his chin and bending her head down
to deliver another intoxicating kiss.  Rejuvenated to fresh arousal,
Charlie hugged her hips and bent into a new romp, enjoying such
sweet rapture with his beloved Mrs. Petrova.  She filled his senses. 
He nuzzled his head against her breast, stroked her naked butt with
his hands, and ground his pelvis against her soft thighs, her lush
curls, and her moist sucking depths.

And so the couple continued their exchange through three more of his
climaxes, which came after successively longer durations.  In the
stillness of the classroom, Charlie pumped his narrow, boyish hips
against the voluptuous, womanly frame of his teacher.  They silently
clung together, his small adolescent body occluded by her larger,
mature body.  With his pants around his ankles and her skirt bunched
up around her hips, they made an unlikely couple of a boy loving a
woman.  All that could be heard was a light clapping sound as he
struggled franticly against her.  An occasional slight sucking sound
of her strange appendage alternating its clasp of his penis. A faint
gasp and groan as he spent.  A small smack as she fed him another
kiss and then it began all over again.  Deep within their carnal
contact, her clinging tendril never relinquished its firm grasp of
his small but potent member.  Their dance played on until the
evening shadows stretched long across the room, until Charlie was
shaky and weak from his overcharged exertions, and until his
ejaculation came as just a dry spasm.  At last, Charlie lay limply
against her breast, spent and lethargic. 

She allowed him to rest as her Charm again slowly disgorged itself
from her vagina.  The full length pushed itself out but the tip
maintained its tenuous hold on Charlie’s testicles.  She unwrapped
her calves from behind him and braced her feet on the floor.  Taking
hold of Charlie’s butt in her hands, she said, “Come on, Charlie,”
and slowly rose out of her chair bringing him with her.  Once on his
feet, she spun him around and forced him to sit in her chair,
kneeling on one knee beside him.  Half straddling Charlie above his
lap, she held him with one arm as her free hand began to stroke her
Charm over the portion covering Charlie’s penis.  She gently pulled
the lips enclosing his balls free while pushing his dick out through
the end.  She finally freed his ravaged cock and it felt tingly and
cool to Charlie as a slight draft wafted over his moist skin. 

With her skirt still bunched up around her waist, Mrs. Petrova rose
from his side, turned to her desk and pulled a moistened towelette
from a container in a drawer.  She bent over Charlie and began to
clean up his penis and scrotum while he just watched her Charm
hanging from her pussy.  It was now shriveled, with a dark red and
had a mottled texture.  He noticed that it was not as lively as when
he had first seen it, it seemed like it was as exhausted from the
encounter as he was.  She worked delicately around his fragile
privates, wiping and blotting until she was satisfied she had
cleaned all traces of herself from him.  He appreciated the care and
concern she showed in tending for his messy pud.

“Charlie, I must thank you,” she said as she worked.  Her accent was
thicker than usual and her voice was soft and kind, not her
teacher’s voice at all.  “You have given me a very special gift.  I
think you enjoyed it as well, yes?  You like my little Charm? 
Hmmm?”  She looked at him pleadingly as if imploring him for an
answer.  “But you understand this must be our secret.  If someone
found out, they would take me away.  Your mother, she would become
very angry I think, yes?  You do not want to see me hurt, do you,
Charlie?”  She squatted in front of him, looking into his eyes.

“No, ma’am, I’d never let anything happen to you,” Charlie said
ardently trying hard to tear his eyes from her delightful pussy and
the bloated flesh dangling from it, but he meant every thing he
said.  This was greater than any dream come true.  In his young,
inexperienced heart, lust was turning to love.  “You’re the best
teacher I ever had, I’d do anything for you, ma’am.  Does this mean
you’re not mad at me?  I didn’t mean any harm or anything, I just
really like you and all, and …”

“I was very angry,” she replied, “but I started to think that we
both have a hunger we can help each other feed.  Do you understand,
Charlie?”

Charlie, feeling self-conscious, stood up and started to pull his
clothes back on.  Mrs. Petrova tossed the towelette into the
trashcan and took Charlie’s place on the chair.  She spread her
knees wide and then using just her finger tips, she began pushing
against her Charm around the base, slowly helping it pull itself
back into her pussy. 

Charlie starred at her sex, fascinated.  Watching her dainty,
feminine hands working cautiously about her mound and labia was more
erotic than anything he had ever imagined.  “Do other ladies have a
thing like that?” he asked.

“Very, very few, I should guess,” she said as she tended to herself,
“It was a gift given to me by a dear friend a long time ago.  You
must not trouble yourself over it.  It is my Charm, it is my
personal treasure and not for anyone to speak of.”  Standing, she
retrieved her pantyhose from the table and leaned against her desk
to pull them over one foot and then the other.  Charlie watched in
appreciation the baggy, sheer material assume the shape of a woman
as she pulled it up her legs and hips.  Stepping into her shoes and
smoothing down her skirt she said, “Come, Charlie, it is late.  I
will take you home.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded.

“Charlie, you may call me Monica when we are alone but the rest of
the time I will be Mrs. Petrova and you must behave properly,” she
said.

The drive home was quiet.  Charlie had many questions on his mind
but was very tired and just relaxed.  He was so happy to have shared
the intimate sexual contact with his adored teacher and peacefully
enjoyed her presence.  As they drew near his questions started to
boil to the top of his mind, “Ma’a… Monica?  Did you use your… Charm
on… your husband too?” he pondered haltingly, wondering if he alone
held any special prominence in her heart.

“Of course, Charlie, he was my husband.” she replied.

“I guess you loved him a lot and stuff,” Charlie probed.

“Very, very much,” was her quick answer.

“I loved my dad a lot too.  Um, … when did he … die?” he continued.

“In ‘72,” she said, she was primarily absorbed by her driving and
answered with little vehemence.

“I guess you weren’t married too long, huh?” he probed again.

“Seventy nine years.  Is this your house on the right, Charlie?” she
spoke quickly, obviously more concerned about delivering him home
than her answer. 

Charlie was confused, he knew his math and that these numbers did
not add up.  He set her response aside and passed it off that she
had not heard his question properly or he did not hear her
correctly.  “Yeah, that’s it,” he said.

She pulled up in front of the driveway and then turned in her seat
to face him.  “Now Charlie, remember what we discussed about keeping
what we did a secret.  I expect you to behave like a gentleman and
maintain a respectful, dignified disposition when you are at
school.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Charlie, eager to show his compliance.

“Very well then, we will tell your mother you are assisting me after
school.  Now, go in and I will see you tomorrow,” she said,
extending him her hand.

Charlie shook her hand and wondered why she had not offered him a
peck or at least a hug, some kind of token of her feelings.  He
shook her hand, said goodbye and exited her car.  He watched her
drive away happy to have her cherished liaison but concerned to what
extent their new bond really covered.

When he got inside, he found Alice very worried about his lateness. 
She battered him with questions about his new extracurricular duties
and it was only with relentless reassuring hugs, pats, and caresses
that Charlie was able to alleviate her fuss.  He went to bed that
night still too tired to masturbate but his mind full of new visions
of Mrs. Petrova and their new, secret relationship. 

The next day, Charlie rose and went through his usual scholastic
routine.  He and Mrs. Petrova exhibited the epitome of discretion. 
Charlie noticed aloofness in her attitude that almost had him
believe she regretted the entire thing.  He mirrored her cool
attitude and was relieved when she said that she expected to see him
after school as he walked past her desk at the end of class. 

At the end of the day, he loitered in the hallways until they were
vacant and then sneaked into Monica’s classroom making sure no one
saw him.  He closed the door and locked it.  She rose from her desk
and smiled.  They met behind her desk, unceremoniously moved aside
their clothes, and exposed themselves to each other as they had the
day before.  Charlie’s erection was ready and eager for her embrace
in fact it had been for an hour.  Monica’s snorkel-like Charm began
to push itself clear of her sex before she even pushed down her
pantyhose.  Saying very little they assumed their positions and the
coital exchange began again.  Anxious for her snug embrace, Charlie
knelt tight up against her thighs, too close for her to see what she
was doing and she reached between them to find his young cock and
hold it out for her groping appendage.  She docked her tentacle to
him, quickly and smoothly engulfed all of his genitals and began to
milk him.  They became the room, both of them silent and still. 
Charlie taking his pleasure and rapture from his adored teacher,
Monica extracting with her sucking, tubular tendril whatever essence
her body found in his bountiful ejaculate.  After an hour or so,
having exhausted Charlie’s youthful emissions, they gathered
themselves and she took him home, talking as they rode.

This became their routine.  Day after day they met and with very
little fanfare or dialogue immerse themselves in their carnal
congress.  Her insistence on his prompt and dutiful daily
appointment bordered on almost a hunger-like dependence.  She made
every effort to get the utmost performance from him, skillfully
working him to his climax and afterwards promptly preparing him for
more.  To Charlie she seemed driven, as if she were working toward
some goal and anxious to reach it as soon as possible.  He did not
care, he was duty bound and more than delighted to bring her more
cum if that was what she wanted.  Within two months after their
sessions began, Monica suggested that they meet before school as
well.  It was under Alice’s protest but Charlie came in early three
days a week to be with her.  To avoid wrinkles they engaged each
other standing up.  Monica would pin Charlie against the wall in a
dark corner of the room.  Lifting her skirt and pulling down her
hose she would access him through his open fly and tap his early
morning vitality until his knees were too weak to stand.

Charlie was the happiest he had ever been in his entire short life. 
Their weekday sexual liaisons were everything his tender,
inexperienced heart believed to be true love.  His juvenile hopes
built up the simple but dangerously intimate relationship into an
elaborate future of life, love and happily ever after.  He saw her
expose her deeply personal secret and use it to bestow upon him all
the joy and fulfillment a lustful young male could desire and he was
certain it came from a romantic passion she had for him.  It was
only after some time that her cold detachment began to signal to him
that their affair was not everything he had hoped.  Charlie began to
get the feeling that he was alone in his love.  He tried vainly to
persuade her of his merit and to get her to show him where he stood
in her heart.  It was no use, she would not betray how she felt nor
melt her disposition that their affair, though sexual, was in no way
emotional.  Charlie did not feel used because he was rewarded, he
just wished so much that Monica was more like Alice.

Charlie made the most out of their car ride home every afternoon, it
was an informal time when he felt they could speak freely to each
other and he never let a moment pass in silence.  Monica was always
very guarded in her answers to Charlie’s many questions.  She flatly
batted away his queries about her possible romantic feelings for
him.  She was not cold but merely pragmatic and tried hard not to
hurt his feelings.  She would simply point out to him that he was
partaking in gratification that any boy his age would be hard
pressed to find and that should be enough for him.  Charlie sensed
her concern for his feelings and held it up as hope for her love. 

Concerning his other questions, Charlie was able to learn that
Monica had met and fallen in love with her future husband in her mid
twenties.  He was much younger than her and after they were married
she was terribly worried that he might find a younger woman and
leave her.  It was then that she was given the Charm from a close
friend of hers.  This friend was a mysterious woman from the east
who “passed” the Charm to Monica and bade her to pass it on to
another woman when she had no more use for it.  She had said that
men found the Charm irresistible and that it yielded other benefits
as well.

Of her husband, she spoke volumes.  She spoke of every subtle nuance
of his character.  She talked on and on about every detail of his
life and how she cherished him until he died.  She said that he had
enjoyed her Charm and that she enjoyed using it on him but that she
preferred to have him inside her and usually kept her special
appendage “pulled in” so that she could have him as a woman when
they made love.  As she related it, Charlie found himself envious of
her late husband and wished he could be held in such esteem and he
anxiously wondered when she would make love to him “as a woman”.

Monica had questions for Charlie too.  She was always very curious
about his relationship with Alice.  She probed Charlie’s feelings
about Alice and what he perceived Alice’s feelings were about him. 
She asked about their relationship, about what they did together and
about any contact between them.  Charlie was more than happy to
answer her questions in detail and was glad she had an interest in
his life.  He told her all about Alice, how lonely she had been
before she met his father and how happy she had been to finally have
a man in her life.  On occasion, Monica asked to meet with Charlie’s
stepmother and when she did she was always very attentive to Alice
and looked fondly upon how he and Alice interacted.

Alice herself was courteous but always apprehensive about these
meetings.  She had many questions about what Mrs. Petrova and her
Charlie engaged in so diligently every afternoon.  She always
watched the teacher suspiciously and paid a great deal of attention
to the way Charlie looked at Mrs. Petrova and how he addressed her. 
On many evenings, she expressed her reservations about Charlie’s
after-hours duties with Mrs. Petrova and her wishes for him to come
home as soon as possible.  Knowing she was always calmed by his
gentle massages, Charlie simply ushered her to bedroom, put her into
her nightgown, laid her down, and slowly stroked her back, shoulders
and legs until she fell asleep.  He curled up beside her and held on
to her as she slept.  He hated so much for dear, sweet Alice to be
so troubled and yet he could not forsake his deep desire for Monica. 
As he lay beside her, he wondered what it would be like if Alice
were more like Monica.

Eventually, Alice’s anxiety over Charlie and Mrs. Petrova became so
intense that she was unable to fall asleep without Charlie lying
beside her.  Charlie did not mind, he loved Alice and it gave him a
warm, happy feeling to fall asleep beside her.  They slept wrapped
in each other’s arms, with Charlie’s invincible, straining erection,
that he hoped she would not notice, pressed against her thigh or her
hip. 

As time progressed, it was bound to happen with Charlie’s
impetuousness and Alice’s starved yearning, their snuggling turned
into light petting.  Although tentative at first, their roving hands
eventually began to pass daringly over each other’s erogenous zones. 
Soon, petting became necking; bodies wrestled as one, lips pressed
together in sweet kisses, and whispers of tender devotions and
feeble protestations fluttered about in the darkness.  Without so
much as a finger tip venturing inside either’s clothing, Charlie
pushed Alice to the conclusive extreme of erotic contact.  Being the
bolder of the two, he delighted in using his light touch to bring
her to that tense, squealing stage of release that he was so certain
to be her climax. 

Though she did her best not to talk about their occasional nighttime
fondling, Alice tried to keep their activity confined to her bedroom
and then only with the lights out.  Charlie would still catch her
off guard and playfully but tenderly fondle any part of her within
reach.  Alice always froze, temporarily losing herself in her
stirred emotions and then thwarted him with a pleasant admonition of
“Charlie, not now,” and a then a peck.  Charlie was watching the
restoration of the old Alice as she blossomed back into vitality. 
She again became industrious with activity.  She hummed as she
worked around the house and way-laid Charlie every afternoon with
excited chatter and fresh ideas.  Alice glowed with her newfound
happiness.

Charlie stretched himself to attend to the needs of two women, one
mostly physical and the other mostly emotional.  His dilemma was
most pronounced at the point where these two worlds intersected. 
Alice’s concern continued to exert itself into something that could
not be mistaken for anything but jealousy.  It became a topic of
discussion on many a ride home with Monica.  As much as Charlie
wanted Monica to assume some sort of possessive position over him
and defy Alice’s contention, he was disappointed when on the
contrary Monica advised only tacit compliance to Alice’s feelings,
saying that he and Alice needed each other.  She would say nothing
more

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The Charm – Freed by Mom
Copyright 2004 by Sailbad
Part: 2 of 2

Warning: Explicit sexual content.  Distribution to minors forbidden.

Disclaimer: This following is a work of fiction intended purely for
the entertainment of its reader.  Any depiction of persons living
or deceased is purely coincidental.  You must be 18 or over to read
this story.  In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly
when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult,
often causes deep psychological damage.  The author does not
condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life.

Summary: The continuing story of a 13 year old boy introduced to a
unique sexual practice by his teacher now relenting it for his
stepmother's arms. What will their future hold?

Keywords: mF, Fdom, oral, rom, FF, mother, son, teach


As the months passed and the school year approached an end, Monica’s
physical appearance changed drastically.  First, the streaks of gray
slowly disappeared from her hair, leaving her a thick head of
lustrous auburn.  Then the lines on her face gradually faded and her
skin became more soft, moist and firm.  Her body became toned, her
gradual, round curves became sharper, wilder, and her clothes became
baggy and ill fitting.  All the beauty that had appeared faded came
back into full bloom.  By late Spring anyone meeting her for the
first time would easily have taken her for a young lady barely out
of college.  The changes were so slow and she took such care in
disguising them that they went basically unnoticed.  It was not
until the yearbook pictures came out that the stir began.

Monica’s fellow teachers and school administrators were shocked to
contrast the picture taken at the beginning of the school year with
the woman they knew now.  Questions flew and speculation soared.  It
was as if this new mystery surrounding her appearance raised a
curtain of cynicism about her.  They openly wondered what nature of
woman she was.  People who had been friendly and trusting of her
suddenly became distant and suspicious.  Inquiries were made into
everything she did.  Among these inquiries were questions about her
and Charlie’s daily meetings.  Acting quickly to avoid their
attention, she had to curtail some of their encounters. 

Monica got around her new restrictions by arranging to pick up
Charlie, now 14, outside school grounds and they would park by an
old abandoned factory.  In an obscure, dark corner of the lot they
climbed into the back seat of her car.  She had Charlie pull down
his pants and with her skirt pulled up she straddled his lap.  If
there was not a hole already, she just tore open the crotch of her
pantyhose and then engaged him as always.  She left the engine
running and kept a watchful eye out if anyone approached.  These
unions were always hasty and fraught with danger.  It was nerve-
racking for both of them but Charlie did not let that interfere with
his enjoyment.  He always made the most out of it and took the
opportunity of her position to let his hands roam over her body, he
slid his hands over the smooth firmness of her hose covered thighs
and butt, he reached up her blouse and squeezed her breasts through
her bra.  With his hands more free, Charlie probed around the Charm
as it sucked and undulated over his young cock and balls, stroking
it, feeling its slippery moistness and also exploring Monica’s
pussy.  He felt into her vagina around her Charm and rubbed around
the clitoris he had read about in the encyclopedia.  She did nothing
to deter him, saying only in a bemused voice, “Oh, Charlie,” and
stroking his hair but never forsaking her careful surveillance.

Charlie sensed the desperation in her as this risky behavior was
outside her character.  He also finally realized the passionless
manner of her conduct.  He began to see that she was not doing this
out of any special feelings for him nor was she doing it for sexual
gratification.  She seemed, to Charlie, to be bent on getting
something out of him and using every contact she could make with him
to get it.  He was beginning to get the impression that she only
wanted him for his sperm.  As he realized it the illusion of a
romantic love affair faded.  Oh sure, he thought, getting his nuts
off in her was great but his dream was dying and watching it happen
began to take the joy out of their secret rendezvous.  He felt empty
when they met.

Charlie and Monica’s peril met a crisis point when the news of
suspicions surrounding them reached Alice.  Alice had the decency
not to connect the innuendos into the obvious conclusion that
Charlie was having sex with Mrs. Petrova, but when she confronted
him about it Charlie could tell by her hurt expression that the
truth was laid bare.  Alice began to cry and Charlie just melted
inside.  If she had been angry he might have staved off his guilt,
but not now.  It was the last thing Charlie wanted to see happen, he
truly felt he had betrayed Alice’s love and destroyed something
priceless.  He wanted so much to hug her and mend her but she would
not have it.  This time when Alice told him that he must stay away
from Mrs. Petrova, he did not try to dissuade her.  Whether she had
difficulty sleeping or not, she made Charlie sleep in his own room.

When Charlie relayed Alice’s demands to Monica she accepted it with
grim determination but no resistance.  She then told Charlie that
the school board had just requested her to report to their clinic
for a complete medical examination or forfeit her license.  “I
cannot let that happen, Charlie,” she said with a distinct note of
terror in her voice and then added, “I think… it is time for me to
leave here.  It is time for me to go home.”  When she said it, his
heart sank.  It had become obvious to both of them that they had
reached an impasse they could not overcome. 

“Will I ever see you again?” Charlie asked, afraid of the answer.

Then, in the first act of real affection she had ever shown, she
stepped up to Charlie and threw her arms around him in a big hug. 
Charlie tried hard not to cry as she told him, “I am sorry, Charlie
but no, I think not.  I have been planning this for some time,
before I ever met you.  I hoped I could have waited until after the
very end of the school year, but I am ready and now they leave me
with no choice.  Please believe me Charlie, I did not mean to cause
you any hurt, I just thought we would help each other,… without
ties.”  She was talking in a very thick accent, the way she did when
she was at ease.  He knew she was sincere.

She drew back and looked him in the eyes.  “I have not forgotten
you, Charlie.  You have been a loyal friend, you have given me a new
life and I have made provisions for you in my plans,” she said. 
They heard a noise in the hallway and stepped back from each other. 
In a hushed voice, Monica said, “I will come to your house at 8:00
on next Friday evening.  Make sure your stepmother is home but do
not say that I am coming, OK?  I have something I want to give to
her...”  She was glancing over his shoulder, her eyes had that look
like she was watching something far away.  She added slowly,
“…something for both of you.”  She snapped back to presence of mind,
“Are you alright, Charlie?”  She smiled reassuringly at him; he
nodded, turned and left, choking down sobs.

Charlie began walking home at a brisk pace.  He felt wounded, more
hurt than he had ever felt in his life.  He sought the warm,
nurturing refuge of Alice’s arms and the closer he got to home the
faster he went until at last running to his doorstep.  He burst
through the door and rushed to Alice, never so happy to see anyone
in his entire life.  Alice held him in her arms and kissed the top
of his head as Charlie cried and begged her forgiveness.  She gave
it freely.  They sank onto the sofa, held each other and talked,
about everything.  Everything.

They talked through dinner, they talked through doing the dishes,
and they sat up and talked into the evening.  Charlie felt closer to
Alice than to anyone he had ever known.  As they talked Charlie
finally realized what a treasure was before him all along.  At 9:00,
her usual bedtime, Alice rose and announced it was time for bed and
then disappeared into her room.  Charlie was at a loss as to her
abrupt departure or what would come next.  He went about the house
turning off the lights and checking the doors as he usually did and
then he heard Alice call to him from her room.  “Charlie!  Come to
bed.”

He stood in her doorway and peered into the darkness.  “Let me get
my pajamas,” he said.

“You won’t need them, silly,” giggled Alice.

Charlie knew this would be an epic night in his life and in his
relationship with Alice.  He stepped into the room and began
removing his clothes, shaking with anticipation.  Naked, his boy’s
dick was stiff and ready; he groped his way forward until his hand
came into contact with Alice’s wrist.  She seized him and they
followed each other’s arms to meet in the dark.  Charlie could feel
the heat of her body directly in front of him.  His toes met hers
and Charlie felt for her body, stunned to find her nude flesh. 
Their arms enveloped each other and they pulled their bodies
together, flesh against flesh.  Charlie took inventory of his
senses.  He felt her thighs against his, he felt the tip of his cock
against soft hair and he detected a moistness in its midst.  He felt
her belly pressed against his lower chest and the tips of her breast
nestled against his upper chest.  Her breath fell against his
forehead and he lifted his face to her.  She lowered her head to
receive his kiss first touching their brows together, then their
noses and lastly their lips.  The contrast between this encounter
and all of his contact with Monica was not lost on Charlie.  This
lacked the hollowness of Monica’s embrace, this had a substance
beyond mere physical longing, this was a compulsion to share sensual
joy between intimate hearts; this was love.

They kissed a long time and Charlie experienced her with more than
just his senses, he felt a bond growing with a persona he knew well
and that knew him too.  Alice slid a hand in between them, seeking
his young penis.  She clasped it so gently in her fingers as if it
were a precious thing to her.  His entire cock fit within her dainty
hand and she gently stroked him.  Suddenly, Alice broke their kiss
and moved back from him.  He reached for her in the darkness and
found open air.  Then he felt her hands on his hips and her kisses
on his belly.  The kisses went around his stomach to his waist and
then the kissing lips moved toward his straining erection. 

Her hand pulled his cock out from his body and he felt the deft
softness of her tongue swirling around his cockhead and underneath
his dick.  Her lips closed around him and he felt the wet warmth of
her mouth slide all the way down his length.  Charlie had no idea
any such delightful, unselfish exchange could ever take place
between a man and a woman and he was overcome with a tremendous
sense of beholding to his dear Alice and he hugged her head in his
hands and showered her with ‘I love you’ tributes.  Under a light
suction he felt Alice’s lips firmly braced around the base of his
cock as her tongue swirled and tickled the underside of his
sensitive organ.  His young cock was lovingly lavished with the most
enticing caresses imaginable within Alice’s mouth.  Her head bobbed
up and down over his short but earnest prod, the tight ring of her
lips rolled a wave of pleasure back and forth over his sensitive
flesh.  He felt transported and his awareness shrank to the
sensations inflicted by sweet Alice’s tongue. 

Charlie did not last long under Alice’s skillful attention.  The
familiar joy that eclipses all other awareness crept up and pounced
on him and he squirted his orgasm directly into her mouth before he
could even warn her it was coming.  Surprisingly to Charlie, she
swallowed it down, all of it, showing not even the slightest sign of
revulsion but rather an intimate devotion.  “Mmmmm…  Hmmmm…Hmm,”
Alice murmured in response to his emissions.  She stroked the backs
of his thighs appreciatively as if coaxing the last drop from him. 
His knees felt weak but Alice hugged his thighs and gripped his butt
firmly, holding him up.  She took him deep into the back of her
throat and then slid her lower lip over his tightly drawn scrotum
and drew his balls in as well, containing him entirely in her mouth. 
She continued to suck on him and swirl her tongue around him even
after he had completed his cum.  It was as if his dick in her mouth
was as precious to her as his kiss.  Charlie braced himself against
the bed as Alice prolonged his erection with stimulation Monica
could never have matched with her Charm.

Alice’s attentions quickly rebuilt lustful ambitions in Charlie and
sensing his revitalized arousal Alice rose and replaced her mouth
with her hand.  Whispering, “Come to me, Charlie,” she delicately
urged Charlie to follow her onto the bed and under the sheets.  He
glided under the covers and pressed his body into her embrace.  They
kissed deeply and held each other tight.  He pressed his yearning
hardness against her and felt oneness with her that he wanted to
make physical.  At a point he thought he could bear exclusion no
more, Alice rolled onto her back and brought Charlie to lie on top
of her.  Charlie’s sexual instincts drove him to hump and grind his
young cock against her soft belly.  There was no mistaking where
this was heading, he knew he was now about to have an actual fuck
with a woman and Charlie succumbed to nature’s lead.  He felt
Alice’s thighs rising on either side of his legs as she raised her
knees.  She placed her hands firmly on his hips and slowly began to
push his body down.  Never breaking their kiss, she bent her head
down to maintain their contact as Charlie sank lower on her body. 
He felt her pubic hair under his dick and her thighs containing his
hips and he knew he was in position.  Still thrusting his pelvis in
an almost desperate, delving hump, he felt Alice’s arm reach between
their bodies again and then her hand on his cock.  She guided his
blind flesh to a soft, moist spot amidst her hair-wrapped breach and
he felt himself sink into a warm, fleshy encirclement.

Charlie’s mere four-inch anchor bound him to Alice in a joint
pursuit of carnal bliss.  He was immersed in his first real fuck,
but being a relative novice, his thrusts were quick, wild and
frantic like a dog in a mating frenzy.  Alice’s hands gently pressed
on his bobbing ass and calmed his attack to a slow, even roll, in
and out of her vagina, up and down against her clitoris; schooling
the application of his body to hers.  Her wide-spread thighs
clenched his hips and her calves crossed behind his butt.  She
clutched Charlie close to her chest, breaking their kiss to throw
her head back and moan her delight in rhythm to Charlie’s thrusts,
riding his determined attack.  Charlie was encouraged by her
exclamations of his effort and brought his mouth over the very hard
nub of one of Alice’s nipples, sucking on it as he flicked it with
his tongue.  She cradled his head like a baby and Charlie wished he
could taste her.  Moving as one, they made music in the darkness, a
symphony of intermittently building moans, slapping of moist flesh,
smacking of sucking lips, and creaking of an old bed. 

Charlie was swimming in a sea of Alice and experiencing her with all
of his senses, as if this were the last thing he would ever feel. 
His body responded to the slick, cyclic grinding as his dick tasted
of a woman’s offered pleasures as they were meant to be enjoyed. 
His cock glided in her smooth, tender, slippery nest; her feminine
flesh hugged his thrill-hungry prod and nurtured his wild joy into a
rapidly building crescendo.  Unlike his cold, soulless contacts with
Monica where his ecstasy was managed but never joined, Alice was a
participant in Charlie’s joy.  Alice’s hips rolled beneath his like
a wave, and he gathered from her efforts a new insight into her
passion.  It seemed to Charlie that she entered this exchange to
give each and every delight that she took.  She strived with him in
the dark, searching with her body for the same release he sought, as
they used each other in a harmonious, blind struggle.  Then her low,
steady moans became high shrieks, her body went rigid and she
trembled.  Charlie reveled in knowing his lovemaking had just made
her climax and with that, he felt himself go over the edge.  A surge
of splendor spread through his loins and with it came the gush of
his sperm inside his sweet Alice.  He froze, clamping his hips tight
against her opened loins in an instinctive urge to plant his seed
deep.  Spurt after spurt, he lovingly passed her his body’s gift. 
To Charlie it was more than any orgasm had ever been.  He felt like
he had poured his very soul into her for safekeeping.  She kissed
the top of his head and stroked his back until his crisis had run
its course, his last drop spilled, and his spasm-consumed body
relaxed. 

The orgasmic release chased lust from his mind and his conscience
regained control of his thoughts.  He stonewalled a pang of guilt
that crept up over having just fucked sweet, trusting Alice; his
father’s wife; his mom.  He instead seized upon the beauty and
resolution of their act and what it meant for their relationship. 
This was good, for both of them, and it was their inevitable
destiny.  He instantly realized what he was missing in his contacts
with Monica; he knew Alice had really shared his pleasure as well as
his heart.  He surrendered himself to the moment and fell limp,
exhausted, in Alice’s arms.   

They laid quietly in the dark, enjoying the after effects of what
their bodies had just given them.  After some time Charlie’s
whirling mind tripped over a staggering thought and he broke their
cozy stillness with the question, “Are we going to have a baby now?” 

Alice just laughed.

It was the first of three times they joined their bodies together
that night.  Charlie woke Alice a little before midnight with his
tender petting and they loved each other in a vigorous frenzy with
Alice spreading her legs wide and driving the hollow of her wide
pelvis against Charlie’s narrow hips in a furry that matched his
own.  It left them weak, drenched in sweat and in a satisfied sleep. 
An hour before dawn it was Alice’s turn to jostle Charlie awake and
prompt him to use his morning wood on her.  She spread herself over
him on her knees and elbows, they joined, entwined, and then moved
together in a long, slow, intense wrestle that lasted nearly an
hour.  Alice disconnected herself from loving discourse and withdrew
inside her consciousness, grinding her pubic bone against his,
pausing briefly and grunting when her climaxes caught up with her. 
Charlie stroked and held her; letting her enjoy him until he felt
the time ripe to claim his own ecstasy.  They had become, by
daybreak, a pair of completely devoted, happy lovers and they lived
the rest of that week like newlyweds on a honeymoon. 

From that night onward, the newfound lovers pounced on each other
for impromptu, carefree sex at a mere glance.  They gave in
completely and freely to their lust without the slightest hesitation
or apprehension.  Each lover’s body became like a natural extension
of the other’s.  Without speaking a word, one would merely reach out
and take liberties with their partner, and the other in turn
offering receptive conjugal repose with no hint of protestation or
restraint, yielding passively to their lover’s prompt.  Clothes were
quickly unfastened and pulled out of the way in a frantic rush to
merge their genitals.  Afterwards, they were remorseful in
separating as if sexual union was a natural state they could scarce
live outside of.  On some occasions, they consented to remain
connected, refusing to disengage, like Siamese twins joined at the
crotch.  On other occasions, mouths replaced genitals to prolong
their partner’s pleasure.  By Friday they had given up on wearing
clothes entirely, shades were permanently drawn, towels, used for
post-fuck cleanup, were scattered throughout the house and the musky
scent of stale sex permeated the place.  It was the most total and
complete understanding two people could ever have.  They were like
one with absolute sexual emersion the only respite.

The rest of that week at school passed slowly and went as routine. 
Charlie studied hard for his finals and waited for Friday, never
exchanging anything more with Monica than inquisitive glances and
reassuring nods. 

Charlie sat anxiously in his living room at 8:00 on Friday when he
heard a faint knock at the door.  When he saw Monica at the
threshold, he barely recognized her.  Her hair was down and hung
around her face and shoulders in long ringlets and curls.  She was
wearing a light trench coat that came down to her knees with the
belt tied tightly around her waist.  Charlie marveled at how
absolutely beautiful she looked; like she always had been but now
casual and lenient.  He motioned her in and she stepped through the
doorway carrying a small shoulder bag.

Monica hugged him and in a whisper said, “Hello, Charlie.  Is Alice
here?”

Charlie answered in a regular voice, “Yeah, she’s waiting for you in
her room.”  He turned and motioned her to follow.

Monica swung Charlie around by the shoulder and with a wide-eyed
look of frightened disbelief said, “What?  Charlie, I told you not
to let her know I was coming.”

Charlie touched her lightly on the sleeve and smiled.  “You had the
choice of accepting the Charm or not,” he said, “I figured she
should too.  It’s alright, she understands everything.  She wants
this, we both want it.”

Monica looked at Charlie in astounded wonder at his foresight and
wisdom; he had come a long way.  He conducted her down the hallway
and knocked on a door.  Alice’s voice calmly said, “Please come in.”

When Charlie opened the door, they saw Alice sitting pensively on
the side of her bed, wearing a floor length, satin robe and her dark
hair in a long braid over her shoulder.  As they entered, she rose
and turned to face them.  The two women stood and looked at each
other and Alice said, “It’s true.  You really are younger.”  There
was a long pause as Alice studied her guest with wonder and she
finally said, “Welcome to my chamber Mrs. Petrova.”  She sounded
stiff and nervous.

“Thank you.  For two hundred fifty seven years old I am doing well,”
said Monica, pausing to let her revelation sink in.  “But please, if
we are to continue you must call me Monica.”

“OK, Monica then.  And please call me Alice,” she said, relaxing a
little.  Alice took a step toward Monica.  She continued, “Charlie
told me… I believe I understand what this Charm is and… you came
here tonight to pass something to me but… I have to ask you, of all
women… why me?”

Monica closed the gap between them by a step and said, “Because you
are deserving.  Because I feel for you and your heart’s longing. 
Because I am fond of Charlie, … “ She moved closer to Alice and
continued in a soft, thickly accented voice, ”But mostly, because I
think you and Charlie share a precarious and trying love and I
believe the Charm could change your fortunes.”  She reached out her
hand and touched Alice on the cheek as a tear slowly rolled down
Alice’s face.  Both women fell toward each other and embraced
tightly.  Monica was the first to draw back and taking Alice’s hands
in hers she said, “We should get started, this will take some time. 
We must disrobe.” 

Monica began to untie her coat and said to Charlie, “Charlie, please
stay close, we may need you.”  She set down her bag on the bed and
opened it.  The bag had bathroom articles in it and several bath
towels.  She handed the bag to Charlie and then drew open her coat
and pulled it off her shoulders.  Obviously expecting a necessity
for fast action, she wore nothing underneath.  When Charlie saw her
entire nude body for the first time, he was dumbstruck.  She simply
put every pin-up girl and centerfold Charlie had ever seen to shame. 
Her lean, lithe body was well toned and gracefully curved. 
Beautifully tapered legs rose up to a round, heart-shaped butt.  Her
waistline dove in gently to form a balanced, hourglass figure with a
flat tummy and only the slightest abdominal bulge of fit muscles. 
Her pert, conical breasts hung on her chest with pleasantly rounded
bottoms and nipples that came to sharp tips and jiggled playfully as
she moved.  Her skin glowed with the fine texture and softness of
youth.  She had the kind of body that made fashion models world
famous.  She stepped out of her shoes and waited before Alice.

Monica’s beauty was not lost on Alice.  She glanced over Monica’s
form with obvious envy on her face.  Alice slowly untied her robe
and pulled it open.  She demurely turned aside and pulled the
garment from her shoulders and cast it over a chair by her dresser. 
Charlie drank in her form that he knew well.  He knew her dainty,
feminine features and her sturdy but elegant ballerina’s body.  He
cherished her body and smiled at her, not wanting her to feel
disparaged in any way. 

Monica stepped close to Alice and placed a hand on her hip.  Her
other hand reached down for her sex, her fingers rubbing lightly up
and down between her labia.  Monica spread her knees as she worked
on herself and Charlie heard the familiar wet, slurping sound of her
Charm pushing itself into view.  Alice heard it too and peered down
inquisitively between their bodies to get her first view of this
unbelievable sight.  The slug-like appendage wormed its way out as
Monica stroked it like a boy masturbating himself.  Alice just
stared at it in awe, she glanced over at Charlie and he nodded to
reassure her that this was all as expected. 

Monica placed both her hands on Alice’s hips and moved her face
toward Alice’s for a kiss.  Alice backed away saying, “Is that
really necessary?”

“Yes.  I believe you will find it beneficial,” said Monica, and she
smiled, “Trust me, this will be good… for both of us.”  She slipped
her hands up behind Alice’s shoulder blades and pulled them
together.  They kissed, deeply, and the effect on Alice was almost
immediate.  Alice moaned and threw her arms around Monica.  Charlie
watched this intense contact with lustful fascination.  He observed
their breasts, the nipples of Alice’s small breasts poked out like
pencil erasers while Monica’s entire areolas were puffed and came to
sharp points.  The soft, pliant flesh pressed flat as the couple
closed their hug tight.  Their kiss continued and their embrace
intensified.  Alice’s slow moans turned into whimpers and her hands
grasped and dug all over Monica’s back.  Charlie could see Monica’s
Charm snake up and down between Alice’s legs like a long tongue
licking her labia back and forth.  Alice’s knees parted into an
awkward crouch as she opened herself to accommodate the Charm’s
attentions.  The tip of the Charm spread open and planted itself
into a kiss of its own over Alice’s vulnerable clitoris.  A thick,
viscous fluid oozed from the Charm, which the slithering lips
smeared and spread all over Alice’s puss, lubricating and sealing
their contact.  It dripped in long strings from the bright red
tendril.  Charlie’s view of the strange organ became obscured as the
two women’s embraced tightened into a hip-to-hip lock.  He wondered
why neither of them had ever kissed him like that.

Monica turned Alice’s back toward the bed and pushed her down onto
it.  Alice flung her arms around Monica’s neck and held on tight. 
Breaking their kiss, Monica called over her shoulder, “Charlie, I
need your help.”  With Charlie’s aid she got Alice lying down in the
center of the bed.  She got between Alice’s legs, hooked her arms
under Alice’s knees and lifted her hips off the bed.  “Charlie,” she
injected quickly, “put a pillow under her.”  Charlie pushed a pillow
under Alice and Monica rested her upon it.  Alice was in an almost
drunken delirium and knowing the effect of Monica’s kisses, Charlie
knew why.

Monica sat on her haunches before Alice and stared down at her
Charm.  With both hands she stroked and petted it like a loyal old
dog.  She looked sad and seemed to be reminiscing.  Charlie watched
her for a long time and eventually said, “You don’t have to… If you
don’t want to go through with this we’d understand.”

“I am fine, Charlie,” she said with a wry smile, “I have been
waiting for this day, I have mourned long enough.  It is time to go
home, time to be a woman again, time to say goodbye to my Charm.” 
After a moment’s pause she placed her hands on Alice’s knees and
pushed them toward her chest.  Alice was still in her own world,
eyes closed, writhing on her back and breathing heavily, under
Monica’s spell.  Monica rose onto her knees before Alice’s exposed
crotch and her Charm again licked up and down Alice’s upturned slit. 
Charlie had never seen Alice’s wide-spread pussy before from this
angle and his eyes absorbed the sight of her pronounced, bulging
vulva and her fine, dark pubic hair neatly trimmed to a uniform half
inch making a symmetric pattern pointing to her vagina.  He was
fascinated at how her labia now bloated and puffy protruded from her
slit.  He contrasted it to Monica’s wild, thick bush that rose to a
crown in the center beneath her naval and spread down the inside of
her thighs.

Monica wasted no more time.  She held a hand under the Charm to
steady it as it delved over Alice’s open vulva, she looked to
Charlie like a slim man with a mighty, red penis about to partake of
a waiting maiden.  Finding the proffered portal, her Charm bored its
way into Alice’s vagina like a worm delving into soft mud.  It
slowly crept in, one inch, 4 inches, and all 10 inches as Alice
moaned louder with every inch.  Monica spread her thighs open to
envelope Alice’s ass, bringing her vagina as close as possible to
Alice’s.  Charlie’s dick was as hard as a rock and he felt like he
would shoot a load in his pants any minute.  He heard a slurping,
gurgling noise emanating from Alice’s crotch as the Charm did he-
could-only-wonder-what deep inside her.  The two women were pussy to
pussy with the thick, red, round base of the Charm showing a bare
quarter of an inch between them.  Monica slowly gyrated her hips
trying to get even that in as well.  Situated, Monica lowered
herself onto Alice, dropping her breasts onto Alice’s, scooping up
Alice’s head in her hands and then supplying her with another deep
kiss. 

That did it for Charlie; he came in his shorts.  Bracing his hands
on the dresser behind him, he pumped his pelvis upward with each
spurt of his cock as if he were cumming in his dear Alice.  He sat
down weak kneed at the dressing table and just watched in wide
wonder.  Alice wrapped her calves over Monica’s lower back and she
hugged Monica’s head to her own.  Letting out long whimpers with
each breath, Alice took on the character of a starving woman set
before a feast of the most delicious food on earth. 

Monica on the other hand had completely become someone he did not
know.  She was not as aloof and detached as she had always been when
she tapped him.  Monica’s head bobbed and twisted as her tongue
wrestled in Alice’s mouth.  She grunted and moaned as she kissed
Alice, her hips made slight rolls and grinds against Alice’s
upturned thighs, looking very much like a man enjoying a slow, deep
fuck.  Beneath Monica’s cascade of wavy locks draped around Alice’s
head Charlie watched Monica break her mouth from Alice’s and drag
kisses across Alice’s cheek.  Monica started nibbling on Alice’s ear
and whispering things too low for Charlie to hear.  A smile that
Charlie thought was uncharacteristically wicked spread across
Alice’s lips.

Curious of their plight, Charlie ventured to the foot of the bed to
inspect Monica’s plundering of his Alice.  He saw two hairy,
feminine mounds dancing together in the dim light.  Monica’s densely
covered patch twisted and heaved as though trying to press a complex
task while beneath it, Alice’s neatly shorn vulva rolled up and down
as if receiving a light, carefree fucking.  From Monica’s puffy
brown labia her Charm protruded, glistening wet as it seemed to be
struggling with some chore.  Between Alice’s long, thin, red labia
the inch and a half thick Charm plunged, ardently enhancing Alice’s
inner femininity.  ‘What was it doing in there?’ Charlie wondered to
himself.

The two women continued in their locked embrace completely oblivious
to Charlie.  He was beginning to feel neglected and a bit jealous of
both of them.  He was also getting very horny again.  The display
before him had produced another aching erection.  He withdrew to his
room and masturbated furiously for relief.  He returned to Alice’s
bedroom and sat beside the bed, still enthralled by the sweating,
moaning enraptured couple.  Over the course of two hours he had to
relieve himself 5 more times.

The strain of constant rapture began to show on Alice and Monica. 
Alice’s legs no longer clamped around her lover but just hung
sprawled over Monica’s thighs.  Her one arm lay limply above her
head and her other hand held very loosely Monica’s neck.  Monica had
basically collapsed on top of Alice and her head lay on Alice’s
shoulder.  Their heads were turned to face each other and they
kissed intermittently.

After a long period of inactivity, Monica wearily lifted herself
from Alice and sat back on her haunches.  She pulled her matted hair
from her face and bent over Alice, lightly touching her cheek she
said something Charlie could not understand.  Alice was asleep and
Charlie could not remember seeing her look so peaceful and
contented.  Angelic, he thought.  “Charlie,” said Monica, “please,
bring me a towel from my bag.”  Charlie pulled a white towel from
the top of the bag and handed it to Monica.  She unfolded it and
stuffed it under her crotch from behind.  She then reached between
her and Alice and cupped a hand under the towel, pressing it firmly
to her sex.  The Charm was stretched tight between the two women and
Monica grasped it with her other hand close to Alice’s vagina. 
Monica gave a short groan as she pulled her hips back and then there
was a slight slurp sound followed by a gush of blood from her vagina
into the towel.  Monica backed away, and the Charm parted from her
and stayed with Alice.  It protruded from Alice’s labia, pale pink
and shrunken, slowly drawing up inside the sleeping woman’s body.   

Usually brave and in control of her emotions, Monica’s determined
resolve suddenly broke down and she cried.  She fell upon her side
with the towel clamped between her legs, curled up and bawled as if
the world would end.  Charlie, luckily, was experienced in this
field.  He knew her life had just suffered an irrevocable change and
her sense of loss would be tremendous.  Pulling out a quilt from
under the bed he covered Monica with it and tucked it around her. 
He cradled her head in his small arms, hugged her tight and rocked
her back and forth until her sobs subsided.

Having calmed her down, he got her under the covers and tucked her
in.  He did the same for Alice and then sat at Monica’s side to
comfort her.  He handed her a tissue from a box on the nightstand
and she dried her eyes and blew her nose.

“Thank you, Charlie,” she said.  “You are a fine young man.  You
always have been.”

“It’s OK to cry.  I remember when my dad died, I cried a long time,”
Charlie encouraged her.  He felt anxious for her condition and yet
grateful for what she had just imparted to Alice.

“We always cry when we lose a part of our lives,” she said.  “We
have our cry and we grow a little bit.”  She gave a heavy sigh. 
“Now, I will grow old.”

“You could have lived forever,” he said quizzically, understanding
even less about her every time they talked.

“To live long is to watch many, many friends die,” she said gravely
as she stared blankly out into space.  “Besides,” she added in a
lighter tone, “it is time to go home.”  Monica looked over her
shoulder at Alice and said, “She will most likely sleep through
tomorrow.  We both need our rest.  Thank you for your help, Charlie. 
We will talk more in the morning.”

Taking his cue, Charlie turned off the light on his way out of the
room.

The next morning Charlie woke up early wondering if all the previous
night’s events had really happened.  He got out of bed, got cleaned
up and dressed and then peeked in Alice’s room and indeed found both
women sleeping where he had left them.  He went to the kitchen,
started a pot of coffee and began to make breakfast.  He heard a
noise down the hallway and went there immediately to find Monica
with her coat on, weakly bracing herself in the bathroom doorway. 
She stood there staring blankly at her reflection in the vanity
mirror.

Charlie started to speak but Monica broke through in a low monotone,
“Strange, she does not look any different than yesterday.”  This was
a peculiar mood he had never seen before; surly, and a little
bitter.  “I start a new life today,” she continued, “I had better
make ready.”  She stumbled on in to the bathroom pushing the door
half closed behind her without vehemence.

Charlie fetched her shoulder bag and passed it through the crack in
the door.  Timid about what might emerge he retreated back to the
kitchen.  She came out some time later in a nice fitting pair of
slacks and sweater with her hair tied back in a neat bow.  She
looked fresh and seemed to be in a much more pleasant mood.  She sat
down to her breakfast and Charlie evoked light chatter.

The dam burst, Monica talked and talked.  As she talked, her mood
got lighter.  She talked on through the afternoon and early evening. 
She talked mostly about her home in the old country.  Peasant life
in the old Austrian-Hungarian Empire and the scourge of the terrible
Bonaparte, most of what she said went over Charlie’s head but he
listened politely and attentively.  These would be the last few
minutes he would spend with her, so he filled himself on her every
word.

It was not until mid-evening that their long talk was interrupted by
Alice’s call from her room.  Charlie and Monica ran down the hall to
find her trying weakly to sit up in bed.  They assured themselves of
her well-being and saw to her needs.  Monica asked Charlie to leave
her alone with Alice for an important talk and he complied closing
the door behind him.

Charlie had paced up and down the hallway outside Alice’s closed
door and heard their hushed voices as Alice asked pointed questions
and Monica returned long, droning explanations.  There were light
moments punctuated by bursts of laughter.  There were tense, quiet
moments with slight, wet, gurgling and smacking sounds, sounds of
apparently some kind of demonstration which prompted exclamations of
OO’s and AH’s from Alice.

At ten that evening Monica finally came out of Alice’s room to
confront a very concerned Charlie.  He knew in a glance by her
determined expression and stern, poised posture that this would be a
short and final goodbye.  She would be putting him resolutely behind
her, it was all over now.  Any dream he had ever nurtured of her
would never be anything more than a memory from here on.  As much as
Charlie felt a need to mourn this moment, he could not.  He was
emotionally drained and distracted by the whole week’s events.  He
had a real love now, someone who shared his feelings and would share
his life as long as he lived.  That thought had strange implications
but thinking about how to address it would have to wait for now.  It
was time to change the guard and send Monica on her way with a clear
conscience.

“Charlie… I…” she began, “I hate long goodbyes… I will miss you.” 
Her face strained under the weight of strong emotions.

“Me too,” he ejected.  He had so much he wanted to say, so much more
than the words ‘Thank you’ could ever convey. 

“I’m a better Charlie for having known you,” was all that came out. 
It must have been what she wanted to hear, she bent down and gave
him a big hug and a long kiss on his neck.  She suddenly drew back
with a quick, ragged sigh as if she were choking back a sob. 

“Take care of each other, Charlie.  I am sorry one rebirth is all I
can offer both of you.  Make it as long and happy a life as you
can,” she blurted out, she was trying hard not to cry.

“We will,” he answered, “and we’ll keep you in our thoughts always,
you’ve made us both very happy.”  He opened the door and stepped
aside for her, letting her escape before she broke down.  He heard a
short sob as she trotted down the stairs and over to her car.  He
watched as she started her car and drove away.  And she was gone;
his first love; to where or how he did not know but she took a big
piece of him with her.  He knew there was now a yawning chasm of
sorrow before him but he was too numb to feel it.  He stood there in
the doorway a very long time taking inventory of everything this
event contained and stored it inside for when his grief caught up
with him.

It had been a long day.  He closed the door, locked it, turned off
the lights and stumbled to Alice’s bed.  She was already sound
asleep.  He pressed his cheek to her forehead to check her
temperature and then lifted the sheet to check for any bleeding. 
Stripping down, he climbed into bed and curled up beside her and was
out within seconds.   

The next morning the pair found each other the way they had for the
past week.  Groggily groping in the near darkness, they pulled their
groins together like some slow motion magnetic attraction.  Penis
drew toward vagina like a hungry kitten seeking mother’s nipple. 
Half asleep, Alice pulled Charlie on top of her as her mouth sought
his.  Charlie’s hips fell between her spread thighs and started to
grind for relief.  In the next instant they were deeply engaged in
love’s union, no guidance was necessary nor near misses made.  They
had tied so many times already that re-coupling came as easy for
them as trained circus performers.  As soon as they were locked
together, a passionate exercise was in full swing and a pair of
sizable, synchronized orgasms were well on the way.

Lust tickled Charlie into wakeful concentration as his delving dick
became the center of his awareness.  He curled his hands over
Alice’s shoulders to leverage his attack and intensified his thrusts
into her, forcefully claiming dominion over her pussy and treating
his cock to as much of it as he could.  She locked her arms around
his neck and head, sucked hard on his tongue and lived her lust
through their kiss.  As if suddenly remembering a lost art, she
uttered a long squeal and froze her hips in mid pump.  Charlie felt
something move inside her, near the tip of his cock-head.  Like a
small hand, something felt around, captured it, closed over his
glans and then firmly clutched at it.  Startled by the new twist in
his pleasure, that was all it took for him to let go and gush his
seed into his mate.  He wanted it to never stop; to flow into her
like a stream.  Inside her clinging, wet channel it was milked from
him, every last spurt, voraciously.  Alice cooed in recognition
before her body tensed and then she bucked against him for her own
climactic bliss. 

The thought of recuperation never entered Charlie’s mind.  He was as
full of sexual longing as when he started and launched back into
full hump mode as soon as Alice’s tremors had relented.  Alice’s
Charm released the head of Charlie’s penis and he felt a slithering
along the length of his cock as the Charm pushed its way out of
Alice’s vagina.  He felt a cool wetness around his crotch as the
deft tongue cleverly licked and coiled about his testicles.  He
fucked into her relentlessly, meanwhile, a wet, blubbery mouth
slowly but deliberately engulfed his scrotum and began to gently
suck and swirl around his balls supplying the boy with pleasures
beyond men’s imagination. 

Before Charlie became completely lost in his devotions, Alice broke
their kiss and looked deep into his eyes.  “I love you, Charlie.  I
love you so much,” she said through heavy puffs of breath.

Charlie stopped, returned her passionate gaze and said, “I love you
so very much, too.  I always have.”  They pulled their mouths
together again and Charlie knew it was true.  He had always loved
Alice and now he would have her all of his life, just like he had
always wanted, as a nurturing, mature lady and as a young, playful
teen, while she would be rewarded with a new life; the life she had
denied herself, with a handsome, young man to love her.

« Last Edit: July 18, 2021, 07:56:08 PM by Sailbad »

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great story..surprised no one else has commented in all this time



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wow is all  I can say..amazing story



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wow is all  I can say..amazing story

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Normally alternative reality, fantasy and science fiction are outside my area of interest, but after I read the first few paragraphs of this story I was compelled to continue to the end.

Kudos to the author for an extremely well written and entertaining story.



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Reply #6 on: October 31, 2020, 08:11:22 AM
I kind of stumbled across this area and this story by accident, but I'm glad I did. Excellent read!

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