Charlotte's Niece

by Pamela

pamelapamela@hotmail.com

  

Chapter 16

As we walked back to the apartment I turned to Charlotte and said, "Aunt Charlotte, what's going to happen to me at the end of the summer?"

She stared at me for a minute deep in thought and then said, "what do you mean?"

"You know, Aunt Charlotte, I'm all dressed like, I mean I'm being Vickie now, but when my mom and dad get back..."

"What ARE you going to do?" she said with a trace of amusement.

"I guess I'll have to stop being Vickie. Won't I, Aunt Charlotte?"

Charlotte looked at me again and smiled, "you mean pretend to be a boy again?"

I winced at the remark. I wanted to say that I was a boy but I could not get the words out of my throat. I was too scared to say it to Charlotte. But just as important I was aware of wearing my padded bra and the gentle massage of my pantyhose and I wondered myself where Greg was. "It would really hurt my mom and dad to see me as Vickie!"

"So you finally figured that out!" Charlotte said contemptuously. "I hate to think of Lillian's pain when she sees what you really are. Of course, I'll do whatever I can to help her through the hurt."

I felt a raw ache inside like I'd been kicked. "Can't you help me, Aunt Charlotte?" I felt bewildered. Had it all been my doing?

I don't know if she heard me because she kept on, "and your dad! Do you think he'll get angry at you? Will he show you any understanding?"

I was fighting back tears with all my might.

"A person has to live by their decisions. Lord knows Ethel and I have gone too far to placate your feelings. Really, what other choice did we have? You wanted fancy bras and panties, we gave them to you. You wanted a figure, Ethel indulged you too much in my opinion. So now you have your own padded bras. How long until you're no longer content again. Will you want a corset next, or my girdles? Will you want to wear my dresses or Ethel's? What's next honey?"

Some tears were running down my cheeks. Charlotte faced me. "I don't mean to give you the wrong impression, Vickie. You do make a sweet girl and I'll even go so far as to say that you're pretty, but it is more than a little too late to be worrying what Lillian and your dad will think. If you want, Ethel and I could call Lillian and tell her now about what you've done. I do have some fear that by holding off, Lillian will place blame on Ethel and myself."

"Please don't call my mom," I said, struggling through tears.

"Your make-up is becoming a mess. We'll sit down at a bench and give you a chance to collect yourself."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte." We were passing a small park and sat down at a vacant bench.

I opened my purse and took out my compact and opened it up to look at my face. The light mascara had run a little. "Aunt Charlotte, I don't know how to fix myself!" I said.

"Don't be upset. Give me a tissue and I'll clean it up a bit." I took a tissue out of the purse and gave it to Charlotte. She dabbed at my eyes and shortly had me looking decent again.

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Look, Vickie, I know you think I'm hard hearted but I actually do care about you. I do get pleasure out of seeing how pretty you are. It is amusing to see you wanting to be pretty and I want to help you be as pretty as you can be. You are a feminine girl and there aren't too many of them nowadays. But outside of this summer with Ethel and me you are on your own. I don't like Greg. He's phony. As far as I'm concerned he'd dead. Good riddance, I don't want to know what's going on in his mind. I suppose Lillian and your dad love him, and if he ever finds his way back to life then they will have him. If not, I don't know what to say!"

I sank down on the seat feeling as if an enormous weight was settling on top of me. A shiver of fear ran up and down my spine. I wanted to cry but crying would do no good. Maybe I could talk to Ethel about this. What could I say? I was so weary I wanted to fall asleep on the bench. I do not know what made me do it, but I shifted my bottom a little bit away from Charlotte and leaned over so my head fell into her lap. My cheek felt the sudden warmth of her skirt. Charlotte gently lay her hand over my face and rubbed my forehead. I began sobbing quietly. After a minute or two I felt Charlotte's thumb on my lips, and this time I accepted it immediately and began to suck on it. Her nail was long and hard and my tongue played with it. The other fingers of her hand rested against my cheek and I enjoyed the warmth they provided.

I must have been lying like that for fifteen minutes. I was now just holding onto her thumb with my mouth and my tongue lay still. She took her finger out and dried it on her skirt. I said to Charlotte, "I don't think I have any more of my boy clothes do I, Aunt Charlotte?"

"No, I had Ethel take them away. I didn't see why Vickie would need them."

"Oh," I hesitated and then said, "I was thinking that maybe I could put on a boy shirt at least so I could go to the library and do a little bit of my math research."

"No, Vickie, you'll have to give up the math."

I still had my head on her lap and I looked up at her face. She looked down at me and we stared at each other. "In fact, you should work this summer. I'm toying with the idea of asking Angela if she has an opening for an assistant. You remember her? She was here Wednesday. She's a fitting expert for Olga bras. She goes to different department stores and holds a clinic for girls who want to learn about the best bra for their figures. Its hard work and she employs a young girl or two to help out."

"What would I do? I don't know anything about bra fitting."

"You'd probably just have to help her set up, and go fetch bras for the ladies. Lots of little tasks which I'm sure you can handle. I'll call her when we get back. I'm sure it would only be for a few days each week. On the other days, I'll enroll you in some classes. There a very nice sewing class held in the fabric shop down the block. They'll teach you how to make your own dresses and blouses. It'll be a nice bunch of girls and it'll help you learn some important things."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"And I'm thinking of putting you in a ballet class at the dance academy. It's also nearby. I have to check if there is a beginners class at a convenient time. There are some nice leotards in your bedroom, and some dance shoes, but we can also go shopping for what you need."

I sat up. "Aunt Charlotte, do you think I'll be able to dance? I mean how do you know I'll be able to do it?"

"They'll teach you. You'll learn the ballet movements."

"But what if I can't do it? What if the other girls are much better than me?"

"The other girls will be beginners also. I'm sure you'll have enough talent to do what the teacher says. There might also be some boys in the class. It'll be a lot harder on them, since boys are usually awkward and don't know anything about grace. Anyway the class won't be large, and I'm sure the other girls will be supportive of you and help you. Certainly the more experienced girls will help you out."

I contemplated what my future looked like. I should be doing my research, but that was something Greg was doing. I didn't know if I could ever secretly do research as Vickie. Her mind was not oriented that way. A few moments later, Charlotte signaled it was time to move along and I got up and we resumed our walk home.

 

A few blocks later we came upon a corner store with a large display window and stopped in front of it. There were several arrangements of mannequins wearing dresses. Most of them had a grown women accompanied by a mannequin of a young girl. The dresses for each pair of figures matched. If the adult had on a dress of a certain style, then her "daughter" had on a nearly identical dress, with the difference being that the younger girl's dress flared outwards and covered a petticoat.

"What is this store?" Charlotte said. She stepped back to look up at the sign reading "Storybook Dresses." "I never knew this was here. I've heard about it, but I thought it was further uptown. Aren't these dresses pretty!"

I was more than a little speechless staring at a wonderfully pretty white dress with black trim. The left hand of the young girl mannequin was holding up her skirt revealing a white crinoline underneath with lace edged in black. She was curtseying and her right hand was holding onto her mom's. Her mom was smiling off into space. Her dress was of an identical white color with a portrait neckline and the same black accents, but it fell to just above her knee without a petticoat.

"Aren't they pretty?" Charlotte asked again.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."

"What one are you staring at so hard? That white and black one?"

"The girl is curtseying just like you taught me," I said.

"Would you like to curtsey in a dress like that?" Charlotte said.

"Uh, hunh," I said without thinking.

"C'mon then. They're open, lets see if they have it. I'll get the ladies dress and you get the baby's. We can wear them to the opera one night. Wouldn't that be fun?"

 

Inside the shop, Charlotte pointed out the dresses in the window that we were interested in, and the saleswoman said, "that's the gingham taffeta ensemble. So pretty!"

Looking me over the woman said, "do you want the misses style or the girls?"

"She'll have the girl's dress," Charlotte said.

"Are you sure? She looks a little too busty for that."

Charlotte laughed, "its no concern, her bra is all padding." Charlotte turned to me and said, "its a good thing we have your trainer bra with us. You'll have to take your new bra off while you try on the dress."

Since the bra store, Charlotte had been holding my bra in her purse. She took it out and handed it to me.

"Good," the saleswoman said, "then let me go find you some dresses to try on. Meet me in the fitting room."

We walked to the back of the shop into a communal fitting room. It was a lot larger than the one in the bra store. There were individual nooks around the room with little platforms to stand on, and mirrors grouped around each one.

"Take off your top and put on the bra," Charlotte said, and I obeyed her. There was just one other group in the room, a mother and her two young daughters trying on garish lime green dresses.

Charlotte pulled her blouse over her head and took off her skirt. "Take off your skirt too," Charlotte said. I took it off so both she and I were standing there in our underwear. Charlotte was wearing a beautiful white lace bra. The laced cascaded over the tops of her full and well shaped breasts. I couldn't stop sneaking looks at them. I think Charlotte noticed but she didn't say anything. I looked in the mirror and took in the sight of her womanly figure. Her waist was thin for a woman her age and her hips were rounded forming a perfect feminine line. The thought came to my head that it was as perfect as any image I had ever seen of Marilyn Monroe. My own figure next to hers was juvenile. She was a good six inches taller than me. In my tiny bra my chest was like that of a young girl. There was a graceful willowy quality to my thin frame, and I was sure my waist came in pleasantly, but my hips were not rounded enough or as much as I would have liked. I saw Charlotte looking at me looking at her in the mirror. I turned around and faced her. She sat down in a chair looking at me.

She said, "come over here." I walked over and stood in front of her.

"You look very pretty, Vickie. You just have to do something about that."

She indicated the slight bulge of my penis. "It gets in the way."

I was surprised she noticed it, she had never said anything about it before.

"I don't know what I can do, Aunt Charlotte," I said, fumbling for words.

"What you can do is get rid of it."

"What!," I said excitedly, "I can't do that. My mom and dad. And I don't know about that. I never thought about it. Are you going to make me do that?"

"I'm not going to hurt you!" Charlotte said soothingly. "I'm trying to think out loud with you. Its something you will need to think about eventually. I don't know exactly when. I suppose you're too young now. But it is a despicable thing to have. Look what it does to your pantyhose."

She took her finger and poked my penis. "Its not a big one. Are you still undeveloped?"

Embarrassed, I said, "I don't know what you mean."

"No matter, we'll have a look latter and see what we can do about it."

"I don't understand, Aunt Charlotte."

"Look, you've got to get it out of the way. We'll find a way to tuck it back. Some of your panties might help keep it stuck between your legs so its not so intrusive. I suppose if worse came to worse we could just have you wearing some strong foundation garments. Like my girdle. Or we could get you some corsets. The best thing is to put a vagina there. It would suit you well!"

I was reeling. I had never thought about getting a vagina. I didn't know it was possible. I heard Charlotte say, "Look at my panties and look at yours."

Charlotte got up and turned sideways toward the mirror, so I could see how her panties fit over her vagina. I did the same and the bump was pretty obvious, but it wasn't really all that big.

The saleswoman came back while we were comparing our profiles in the mirror. She was carrying two dresses in plastic covers which she hung up on a nearby dress rack.

She must have overheard Charlotte comparing the look of our panties, since her eyes were fixed on the little bump of my penis. The woman seemed flustered and Charlotte said, "it is what you think."

"I don't understand, so why is she...I mean he?.... why is he dressed as a girl?"

"He prefers dresses," Charlotte said. "He'd be a girl if he had the choice."

"You're the first boy I've seen in here like that."

"Is that a problem?" Aunt Charlotte asked.

"No of course there's no problem I suppose. I mean it is a little surprising, since he is so pretty."

I found myself uncontrollably blushing.

"Except for the tiny bulge," the woman added.

"It is a nuisance, isn't it? Luckily she has a predilection for dresses, so I don't think it will often be obvious, outside of girls dressing rooms from time to time."

"Well she has certainly picked out one of our prettiest dresses." The woman got my dress and brought it over for me to look at. "In this, you'll be wrapped up like a gorgeous holiday present!"

She took my dress out of its plastic and held it out for me. "Gleaming gingham taffeta," she said. "Go ahead touch the lush velvet."

I gently touched the velvet trim at the neckline and sleeves, and let my fingers run through the tafetta. "Go ahead and put it on, while I get you a petticoat. With full skirted dresses like this, four rows of fine, soft tulle, in white."

I put the dress over my head with Charlotte helping me. I turned around and she zipped it up. I avoided looking in the mirror. The saleswoman came back with the petticoat and she had me step into it and then she pulled it up underneath the dress. The flared skirt stood out in a large circle around me with the soft tulle petticoat filling up the space underneath it and gently touching my thighs.

"Go ahead and look at yourself!" the woman said, and she spinned me around so I was facing my image in the mirror. I looked cute. I felt like a little doll.

"What do you think honey?" the saleswoman said, "you see it has a velvet ribbon sash."

I noticed the sash tied around my waist. "I like it," I said, and looked at Charlotte questioningly.

"Wait till I get my dress on. We have to see how we look together."

The saleswoman took out Charlotte's dress from its plastic and Charlotte took it from her. Charlotte slipped it over her shoulders. It was a pullover dress and didn't have a back zipper like mine did. She arranged it and when she was done turned towards me. I stood next to her. Charlotte put her arm on my shoulder and we stared at our matching images in the mirror.

"Just absolutely party perfect!" the saleswoman said. "Mother and daughter!"

She pointed to my petticoat and said, "see the hem line is trimmed in silky soft white satin ribbon."

Charlotte looked a bit dreamy eyed. I think it was a big moment for her too.

I wondered if she was thinking about her lost baby.

Charlotte sat back down and said, "they're great. We'll purchase them."

 

When we got back to Charlotte's apartment building it was four in the afternoon. Luckily, no one I knew was in the lobby. If I was going to fix things up with Linda it would have to be another day, after I had time to formulate a plan. Ethel greeted us when we entered the apartment and asked what was in the packages. Charlotte prompted me to show her everything, so I took out my new bras and showed them off. "And Aunt Charlotte bought me a new dress and one for her that matches mine," I said.

"You've got to model them for me," Ethel said enthusiastically.

"Come on, Vickie," Charlotte said, "let's have a fashion show."

I went to my bedroom and Charlotte went to hers. I took off my skirt and

blouse and took out the new dress from the plastic sheath covering it. I

stepped into the petticoat and pulled it up to my waist. I put the dress

on over my head and aimed my arms through the arm holes and pulled it down

around me. The full skirt cascaded over the white petticoat and I fluffed it

and tweezed it so it was perfectly covered. I went back to the living room and turned my back to Ethel and she came over and zipped up the dress. "My lord its pretty!" she said. Then Charlotte joined us in her matching dress and we stood together while Ethel went on and on about how beautiful we looked. "Charlotte! what a brilliant stroke. Now you and Vickie are truly aunt and niece.

I looked at Charlotte and she looked at me, and she took my hand in hers.

"You know Ethel, I think she really is Vickie."

I felt myself getting choked up and the thought passed through my mind that Ethel had been right after all. It just had taken Charlotte a lot longer than we thought necessary to realize how nice it was that I could play the part of Vickie. Ethel went and found a camera and came back and had us pose for some photos. I stood next to Charlotte and she put her arm on my shoulder and I put my arm around her waist. In the next shot Ethel had us looking at each other and I was excited to see Charlotte smiling. Then Ethel had Charlotte sit on the sofa and she had me sit across her legs with my dress around her. Ethel came over and arranged the petticoat so it was draped evenly over Charlotte's leg. Charlotte had her arm resting on my back and I put my arm around her shoulders. In the last photo Ethel moved me so Charlotte and I were cheek to cheek, and after the shutter clicked, I felt Charlotte take me in her arms and give me a hug. She crushed me against her chest with such force that I felt the wind being pushed out of me. "Oh, I love you," Charlotte said. With that I hugged her back as hard as I could and said, "I love you too, Aunt Charlotte. I'm so sorry I was mean to you and I promise I'll always be loving to you."

"And you'll always do what I say!" Charlotte said with a friendly questioning tone.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte!" I said.

I looked over at Ethel and she seemed to be fighting back tears. To me she said, "you've had such a hard day and night, go to your room and relax until dinner. I'll fix everything!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Take off your dress and petticoat and hang them up neatly and get under the covers and I'll wake you at dinner time!"

I got up from Charlotte's lap and did as she said. I felt pretty, I was happy, this was going to turn out OK after all. Most of all I felt an inexpressible joy from having made Charlotte happy, and I was sure that I would do everything I could to make sure our relationship stayed as nice as it had become.

 

In my bedroom, I took off my dress and hung it up in the closet. I decided to keep my petticoat on, but did take off my pantyhose. I also switched bras again, putting on the new padded bra which I had taken off to try on the dress. Then I pulled down the cover of my bed and hopped onto it. The soft white petticoat bunched up around my thighs and spread out around me in large lumps. It gave me a silky smooth and warm feeling and I lay back and arranged the petticoat around me smoothing it out. When it was neatly arranged I pulled the covers up over my chest.

The doll which always was on the center of the bed was next to me and I picked it up and held it in front of me. The doll had beautiful golden blonde hair, blue eyes and pretty feminine features. Her lips were pursed as if she had just kissed somebody. They were bright red. I starred at the doll's face and found a point where the doll was looking deep into my eyes. "I don't know if you are alive or not, but I am going to pretend that you are," I whispered. "I'm going to pretend that your name is Lisa."

The doll had on a dress and crinoline very much like the ones that Charlotte had bought me, though the dress was pink. I peeked inside the dress and saw that she was wearing stockings and underneath them was pink panties. I was able to look down the front of the dress and the doll was wearing a bra. I hugged Lisa, then looked at her again.

"Maybe I'm a lot like Aunt Charlotte. You're my pretend niece, like I'm her pretend niece. I'm going to tell you all my secrets and give you lots of love." Lisa looked at me quietly. "I know what you're thinking. I'm just Greg pretending to be Vickie, but I'm not really Greg. In that you're wrong. Greg would never be wearing such a pretty petticoat and he doesn't have any bras. He wants to be a mathematician, and I want to be pretty for Aunt Charlotte!" I felt a sudden pang of anxiety, which I struggled to drive away by thinking about the feel of nylon against my thighs. "There is nothing wrong with being Vickie. What's the harm? I get to be pretty and make Aunt Charlotte happy. Why shouldn't I? She helped me find the Vickie which was always inside myself!" The anxiety still seemed to be floating around. I looked down at my bra. "Lisa, tell Greg to go away! He's bothering me!" What was this all about, I wondered? Talking to myself? I imagined Lisa saying, "what Greg? I don't see any Greg. There is just Vickie now, so why worry about Greg?"

I played and talked with Lisa for a short while and then dozed off. I awoke to Ethel calling me to dinner. I put away my petticoat and got dressed again in my skirt and blouse and went out to the dining room. It was a pleasant, delicious dinner, and I enjoyed it even more since I did not have to constantly jump up and down to wait on everyone. Charlotte did not seem to mind at all that Ethel insisted I keep my seat.

During dinner Charlotte said that she and Ethel were going out that night to the opera, and that I would have to put myself to bed. I was more than a little surprised that Charlotte would be willing to leave me alone at night in her apartment. My concern must have shown on my face, since Charlotte said, "do we need to call a sitter to come be with you? It can be arranged."

The thought of having a baby sitter at my age was embarrassing. "I should be OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Remember that you needed Aunt Ethel to babysit you last night, and you asked her to do the same tonight," Charlotte said.

I had not viewed Ethel as being my babysitter. I had been scared because of the horrible night I had had, which had included the terrible beating Charlotte had given me. Moreover, despite how nice Charlotte had been to me today, she could probably find a pretext to beat me again anytime she wanted to. I certainly would not sneak into her room tonight. I should not be even thinking such thoughts. "I'll be OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said. finally.

"Don't worry, dear," Ethel said, "I'll slip into bed with you tonight as soon as I get back. OK?"

"Super, Aunt Ethel!," I said.

"You will not stay up too late, will you?" Charlotte said.

`No, Aunt Charlotte."

"And tomorrow I'm going to call Ms. Pauley from work and see about getting you a job."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

Later, they left for the opera and I stayed up watching TV. I tried reading some of my mathematics, but I could not concentrate. I stood outside Charlotte's bedroom door feeling an impulse to sneak into it to look around. I fought the desire with all my might. I focused on what would happen to my behind if she caught me, and she would surely throw me out on the street for good. She probably had set a trap for me. I walked away from the door and did not come near it again. At ten O'clock on the dot I slipped into my nightie, washed up and went to bed. I left a few lights on in the apartment. It was a bit scary to be there alone, but the building was safe and in a few short hours, Ethel would be sleeping next to me again. I hoped I'd wake up when she entered my bed, since I was going to give her a big kiss when she did.

 

I am in heaven or anyway I guess it must be heaven. Bright lights, soaring rainbows and sparkling vapor wafting over and around me. I feel a pleasure far greater than any I have ever known. I am happy beyond happiness. I am then thinking of my penis and I suddenly make the connection that the pleasure is radiating out from there. A hot vortex of pleasure swirls between my legs. Where could the pleasure come from? There is something else: I am being forced down as if under a great weight. I realize there is something heavy holding my legs down, and holding down my upper arms which are pinned to my sides. My head is being held as in a hot, soft, vise. My eyes open and I cannot see anything. It has been a dream. But the pleasure and the weight are still there. It is pitch black. Suddenly the pleasure from my penis increases. My member is being very gently stroked. The intensity of pleasure takes my breath away. I feel my penis jolt erect in response to the caress. Whatever is touching it is very gentle. Just a slight, slow touch up the pleasure side. It begins at the base and moves up slowly.

I am fully awake now. The heaven had been in my dream. I attempt to move, but the weight holding me down is too powerful. Am I still in my bed, I wonder. "Who is it?" I try to say, but my voice is muffled by something pushed up against my face. It is close and dark and hot and it is silky, slightly perfumed and heavy. It moves slowly over my face pushing into my mouth and nose. I realize it is a woman's crotch. "Charlotte!" I attempt to say and the pantied crotch is shoved harder on me smothering the sound.

I attempt to move my arms and legs, and the weights holding them increase to compensate. I try sitting up and squirming to no avail. There is the full weight of two persons, one on my legs and the other pinning my arms and head. They are pushing down fiercely and stopping me from movement. The silky panty slides up and back on my face. I hear a slight moan above me. Is it Charlotte and Ethel I wonder? I feel panicky. What's going on?

The hand is touching my penis again. It rests lightly at the base and then ever so slightly moves up toward the crown. A finger is careful to gently trace the underside of my penis and the pleasure is extraordinary. The pleasure builds steadily as the finger rises toward the sensitive area at the top. My penis hardens and reacts in response. I am shaking in anticipation of the finger hitting the top. My back is flexing uncontrollably, I feel the finger coming closer and closer to the top and it slows slightly prolonging the anticipation. I convulse awaiting the coming and then the finger finally hits the pleasure center and fires go off in my mind. Lights swirl around. The pleasure is boundless. The finger stops at this exact spot and idles there gently moving in the tiniest of circles. My back is spasming again and again. My penis is jumping and straining. The pleasure throbs throughout my organ and down through my balls into my thighs. I have no idea that such pleasure is possible.

The panties are pushing slowly and rhythmically up and back on my face. The pressure is hard but not painful and I am sucking in breath at every chance.

The panties feel wet and there is a slippery liquid cloying on my face. It has a woman's odor mingled with that of perfume. My head must be underneath the woman's skirt. Though muffled, I can clearly hear her moaning. I cannot identify the voice.

The hand is taken off my penis. Then something wet and hot is at the end of my penis sucking at the top. What must be a tongue laps at the tip. I cannot believe the pleasure and despite the forceful push of the panty over my face I manage to moan, "God, holy God." The unseen mouth captures the tip of my penis again and I silently scream, "GOD, GOD, MY GOD, OH MY GOD."

The mouth pulls away and I feel two hands now. One is colder than the other. The hot one is back at my penis. The other is resting on my thigh and gently slides around toward my balls. It is cupping them, while the other hand begins its slow rise up my penis. There is a burst of red haze in my mind as the pleasure hits. My body wants to twitch but is constrained. The finger is reaching toward the spot. The anticipation rises up inside me. The hand on my balls pushes into my crotch with the fingers just touching the outside of my anus. The panties push harder and deeper into my face, I am trying to scream, I hear the woman above me loudly moaning. Suddenly the finger hits the spot near the top of my penis and the pleasure cascades through me in fiery spasms. I am so close to coming, I am about to come, and then the finger is removed, and my penis twitches as if about to come, but retreats from the brink. After a few seconds my peni s is touched again and it jerks up in expectation, and the finger is again removed. Back again and then away again. The time between touching varies and the teasing is making me insane. I am being driven mad.

The pressure on my face fades and the person holding my arms shifts their weight so they are sitting on my chest. There is a great fumbling going on and I realize that the woman is taking off her panties. I try and say "who are you? Don't hurt me," but before it is out, her vagina is shoved onto my mouth. It is wet, musky and very hot, and it immediately sinks into a gentle, rhythmic sliding up and back across my face. The pressure is deliberate and sometimes shifts a bit from side to side. The woman is excited, her hips are alternately stiffening and melting. I could just bite her and she'd jump off me, I think. But if it is Charlotte, she'll beat me to an inch of my life. But what right does she have to rape me?"

A mouth is back on my penis. This time it is sucking it up and down at a steady frequency. A free hand touches my balls lightly, and then holds them firmly. I am once again being brought up to the point of coming. I am worried about getting enough oxygen, and I'm feeling faint. With each stroke of pleasure on my penis, there is an electrical discharge across my brain. Its like stars floating around inside my head blinding my internal vision. The vagina on my face begins shuddering in a climax, there is what sounds like a scream. Is it Charlotte I wonder. I can't tell for sure. There is a furious sucking on the tip of my penis while the finger starts sliding up it slowly and I have lost all control of my reactions. I am helpless. The pleasure rises with the finger until it lands on the spot. I feel my penis exploding in orgasm, while the crotch on my face gets suddenly rigid impaling the vagina on my mouth and nose. I am desperate to breathe and the stars in my brain flare as in a super nova and suddenly are extinguished as all goes black.

 

I don't know when in the night it is, but I wake up and realize that Ethel is soundly sleeping next to me. There is a gentle rise and fall of her bosom. I do not know whether I want to snuggle against her or not.

  

  

  

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