I was going to speak to Charlie about her request, anyway; once I got his OK, I’d give her a call and we could do some planning.
I had just made a pot of coffee when Charlie ambled in, shirt half tucked in, barefoot, yawning sleepily, but smiling happily at the smell of lamb roasting.
“Sit down, sweetheart, have a coffee” I smiled at him, bringing the pot and a mug over for him. I went to sit opposite him, but he pulled me close, rubbing and squeezing my bum through my jeans, and nuzzling my breasts through my blouse.
I was loving all the attention, so I sat on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him soundly, waking him fully, his eyes dancing.
“I thought you were tired?” I teased him, and he replied by pinching my bum and sliding his other hand down the back of my jeans to rub his finger in my bum crevice. I wriggled on his lap, prompting him to say “Don’t do that Lu, not if you want to keep your clothes on any longer!” so I stopped, grinning at him, before licking the end of his nose, making him grin and jiggle my boobs.
I wanted to know what he thought of Lorna’s suggestion, so now would be a good time.
“Charlie,” I began, “when I spoke to Lorna yesterday, she told me she was sleeping with her brother, and she asked me if you and I would like to swap or double-team, just for the experience. I wouldn’t consider it, not after what I promised you, but she has a plan B.” Charlie was looking interested, but quizzical. “Go on,” he said.
I continued, “This morning, she offered to double-team you with me, and I think she wants to have a go-round with me, kind of give you a show…..” I stopped, waiting to see his reaction. Now he was looking interested and horny, but waiting to see if I had anything else to say, so I continued. “She… well, she sort of… propositioned me this morning, gave my pussy a grope while she kissed me, properly, and I think I’d sort of like to let her do that again, and more, with you in there as well. Would you… object to playing along?”
By now, Charlie was looking like Christmas had come early, but he was concerned about how I would feel, bless him, seeing him with another woman, but I put his mind at ease.
“Charlie, this is Lorna we’re talking about here, someone I’ve known all my life, the girl who taught you about the birds and the bees, I could never be jealous of her, and I want to make you happy. Besides, she’d be sleeping with both of us, so both of us get to fuck her, or both of you get to fuck me, and best of all, she and I get to fuck you. Would you like that?” Now I was appealing directly to the horny teenager with a permanent erection most men carry around inside them.
“Fuck, yeah, Sis!” he exclaimed, “I would have paid to see Lorna feel you up, you bet! The two most beautiful women I know, getting it on with me, what did you think my answer would be?” I grinned at him; under that man’s exterior, there still lived a horny teenager after all!
He stood up and took my hand, leading me back to the couch, where he pulled me onto him, once again astride, where almost immediately I could feel the bulge of his hardening cock under his new jeans. Obviously, the thought of boning both of us at once was doing things for him, and, as the oven was on a timer, and I had at least an hour, I played into him, kissing him while sliding back and forth on his burgeoning erection, warming him up, making me hot! Charlie slid his hands to the front of my jeans and popped the button, easing down the zipper to loosen the waistband, his hand then returning to my bum, sliding them down the back of my jeans to cup and squeeze my bum-cheeks. I started unbuttoning his new shirt, loving the way it smelled on him, the smell of fabric size mingled with his own masculine scent making a delicious combination, like fresh air after a rainstorm.
Charlie started unbuttoning my blouse, sliding his hands over my bra-covered breasts, squeezing and teasing, making me gasp and shudder as my nipples sprang up and chafed inside the cups of my bra.
I jumped off him, yanking down my jeans and thong, pulling off my top and sliding out of my bra. Charlie squirmed on the couch as he slid his jeans and jockey shorts off, to sit there naked, grinning like a pumpkin, his erection standing up straight, pulsing in time to his heartbeat, the head already an angry reddish-purple, shiny and menacing. I climbed back on his lap, my knees on either side of him, his cock sandwiched between us, and I could feel the heat radiating from it as it was jammed against my midriff. Charlie groped and squeezed my bum, tickling my anus, running his hands up and down my back as he kissed my lips and licked, sucked and nibbled my nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to send little shocks through me. I reciprocated by rubbing my belly against his cock, rolling the meaty column from side to side between us, and then up and down, pumping it between us, making him groan even as he licked and sucked my breasts.
My pussy was moistening at a rate of knots, Charlie’s fingers on, and in, my arse definitely helping, so it was with relief I knelt-up when he asked me, allowing him to push his cock down so I could shuffle over it, and slowly guide it into me, impaling myself on that huge column of flesh, with me now controlling the speed of penetration, working it into myself until I was full up to the hilt with his cock. Charlie was holding my waist tightly, his arms wrapped around me, licking my nipples and murmuring “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, that’s amazing, Oh God, yes,” the constriction in my pussy obviously giving him a lot of pleasure. Now I began a slow rise, and fall, squeezing and relaxing my pussy muscles on his cock, doing all the work, me fucking him for a change. I kept up the rhythm, slowly increasing the speed as I saw the flush rising in his face, and felt the muscular twitches in his cock as he strove to hold back, his heartbeat thudding in his chest, and his soft murmurs “Oh… Oh… Ohhh!” as he neared the point of no return. I was feeling the same thing; the slow, insistent rub of our stomachs against each other and the feel of my clitoris rubbing against his pubic hair as I rose and fell on him was making all kinds of sensations run and chase through me, my own release building, until, at last, it was too much for me. As my orgasm rolled over and through me, Charlie gave a long, garbled gasp, his cock going rigid and pulsing as his sperm boiled out, bathing my insides again, jet after jet of hot, virile spunk flooding into me, his balls emptying into my rippling vagina.
I slumped over onto him, head spinning with the aftermath, Charlie holding me upright as he nuzzled and gently licked and lapped at my nipples, gently squeezing and moulding my bum-cheeks, and kissing and cuddling me in the afterglow.
“You are so hot, Lu, don’t ever stop doing this to me!” he breathed. I grinned back at him. “Baby-boy, I love doing the Belly-Rub with you, try and stop me!” Charlie smiled and pulled me in for some more kissing and fondling, working off his adrenaline high, damping himself down for later.
Eventually, I had to get off him, so once again, he held a towel under me as I dismounted, the spunk pouring out of me in a slick sticky puddle, and once again I wondered where the hell he got this from; I decided he must have a prostate the size of a cannonball to hold that much spunk! I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I did get pregnant, with the amount of baby-maker he was pumping into me, pill or no, and the thought made me feel all tingly inside for a second.
I dashed upstairs for a quick shower, draped a robe over myself, and went back to finish off dinner. Again, Charlie and I ate in the kitchen; it felt more intimate than the dining room or in front of the TV. Luckily I had roasted a whole leg of lamb; Charlie ate nearly all of it. “Slow down, stud,” I joked, “you’ll give yourself a hernia!”
Charlie just kept forking lamb into his mouth, chewing blissfully and smiling happily, so I guessed Rosemary-roasted lamb with mint sauce is a bit of a rarity in Afghanistan.
After dinner, we sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV, Charlie cuddling me as he absent-mindedly squeezed and fondled my bum-cheeks, every now and then pulling me to him for an extended kissing session, almost as though he was reassuring himself that I was really there. At last, I managed to decoy him to lie down on the couch, so I could lie next to him with my arms around him, allowing me to seriously kiss and tease him, run my hands over his bulging crotch, squeezing and pressing, and rub my mons against the big cock I knew was lurking down there.
Charlie got the hint, pulling open my robe to suck and chew on my nipples, never hurting or nipping me, keeping them stimulated as a rush of warmth emanated from them and grounded in my pussy, which began twitching as I became more and more aroused. Charlie slid his hand down to my pussy, running his finger up and down the outside of my slit, teasing, tormenting, making me want him more and more.
I grabbed his belt and undid it, forcing his jeans down so he could kick them off, likewise his shorts, and tugged his shirt off, leaving him naked as I was, his amazing cock rearing up threateningly, ready for me.
My pussy was seeping lubricant, and I could smell my excitement, as could my darling boy-soldier, so he reared over me, holding himself on his hands while I aimed his lovely cock at my slit, and he slowly lowered himself gently but inexorably into my wet pussy. As before, the sensation of this huge meat pole ramming into me was breath-taking, and I began to gasp and writhe as he slowly pulled it out, to slide it in again, and again. I was in a world of my own, calling out his name, pulling him close to kiss and taste him, wrapping my legs around him as he rammed that thing into me over and over again, until at last I could take it no more, and my orgasm burst on me, making me shudder with the intensity of the release. As I came, I clamped down on his cock, the pressure making Charlie come in a burst of great pounding strokes, the spunk jetting into me and bathing the inside of my pussy with his heat. At last, his cock stopped spurting, and he collapsed to lie on top of me, his enormous weight on his elbows and a satisfied smile on his face. He opened his eyes to see me looking up at him, and kissed me, long and deeply, while I twined my fingers in his hair.