Charley

Charley, Part 2

Charley, Part 2

By Xstories xstoriessixandnine@gmail.com

A boy succumbs to stronger women. College; TV; Control; race play.

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Previously: Charley gets mad after catching her boyfriend watch porn. After a fight, she comes over, they make-up, and pass-out after an intense encounter.

Cleaning Up

When I woke up from my little nap, the porn was still playing in the background. Now the African was stuffing his meat into the poor white girl's ass as another women held and sucked on his elephant skin balls. I shuddered thinking about what happened earlier and turned the television off.

I looked in the mirror and saw what a mess I was: naked and covered in baby-oil with dried cum all over my chest and face. I smacked my lips and got the after-taste of my own cum. I couldn't believe she had fed me my own cum. I couldn't believe I willingly accepted it.

I went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower to wash off. As the water hit my face I could feel the cum become slimy and slide down my body. Before I really got started Charley came into the shower with me and said that she wanted to clean up her "dirty boy." I don't have a big shower, it is more of a stall and as a result, I kept on brushing against her breasts and always-hard nipples. Although I was a bit disgusted with myself, I started getting horny and my little man stood up at attention. If Charley noticed, she did not say a word.

Grabbing the luffa sponge, Charley lathered me up, starting at my feet, working her way up to my thighs, and thoroughly inspecting every inch for traces of body hair. She pointed out a spot around my asshole and a small patch in my arm-pits that I missed. She had brought a female "Venus" razor into the shower and showed me how to properly shave my legs, applying gentle pressure from bottom to top to avoid razor burn. I complained about the chore, and she spanking my ass she snapped back at me:

"You know, if this is too hard for you, we could get electrolysis." I looked at her like she had two heads.

"I'm serious, many girls are doing it now and it makes life much easier. I would love to get it done on my legs. Besides, you're already waxing and shaving yourself, this would be one less thing to worry about. You should think about it."

When we got out of the shower, she grabbed a bottle of jasmine lotion from her bag, squirted some of its contents into her hand, and started rubbing it all over me. I asked her if all of this was really necessary.

"You have to lotion your entire body every day. What good are hairless legs and privates if they're rough or dry?" She instructed.

When she was done, she told me to come back to the bedroom and lotion up her body "for practice." I happily followed.

I gave her an extended massage, starting with her broad muscular shoulders, down her back and spending extra time with her padded bubble butt. As I squeezed her two massive mounds she let out a soft moan.

"Mmmm. Baby, that feels so good. You know what could make it even better?" I did not know but I was all hers.

"Anything Charley."

"Would you kiss it for me? I love feeling wet and loved everywhere."

At first, I did not understand, but then she raised her butt from the bed. I thought about it for a few seconds but then began to lean forward, lowering my lips to allow them to come into contact with her big rear cheeks. Her roundness was large and to get my tongue inside, I had to spread her cheeks apart and insert my face between them. Once there, I found her petite pink perfection, with more than a little bit of hair surrounding it, and glistening from the wetness that had dripped down from her pussy. As I placed my tongue on it, she let out a soft moan and my own cock bounced to life. I continued, running my tongue up and down her crack, occasionally spending more time on her hole. She started to push her butt into my face and I applied more and more pressure to her until my tongue started to sneak its way into her little hole. It had a distinct taste, but not a bad one, and it was one that was going to become quite used to.

Just as things she was getting even more worked up, writhing her hips into my face, she pushed me off of her, and grabbed her purse sitting on the bedside table. She told me to lie on my back as she pulled out a vibrator from her purse about five inches long and not too thick.

She positioned her now moist butt right above my head and I prepared to continue where I had left off, but before lowering herself on me, she put the small vibrator to my lips and asked me to "get it nice and wet." I stuck out my tongue and she teased me with it, letting the tip of the vibrator bounce around my lips and playfully bouncing it on my face. With one fell swoop, she pushed the entire vibrator deep into my mouth, nearly choking me. I would have gagged or gotten up and coughed but she had me pinned to the bed. She pulled the vibrator out of the back of my throat but continued to rhythmically push it in and out of my mouth until it was wet to her satisfaction. As she withdrew the vibrator a string of saliva persisted connecting my mouth to the plastic pecker.

With the vibrator nice and slimy, and me still gasping for air from Charley's invasion of my throat, she let her weight rest on my face. Charley was by no-means fat, but she was not a small girl either and all of that weight on my head made it difficult to breath. Her cheeks blinded my eyes and my nose was engulfed between her crack. Every few minutes, I was able to squeeze out a gasp of air, but for the most part all I could do was lick, seeing nothing and only hearing her moans over the constant hum of the vibrator.

She became more excited and started talking dirty as she gyrated her ass on my mouth: It started out innocent enough telling me that I gave "such a great rim-job." She told me that I make her horny to "suck her dirty hole." "You're a born-made ass-licker." I felt her juices running down her pussy on to my chin.

Just as she was about to orgasm Charley grabbed my balls, squeezing them in a vice grip while putting all of her weight on my head. I was suffocating, my balls in agony, she was clenching my face with her cheeks, and screamed "lick it you little fucking bitch" as she bucked and squirted on to my chest.

She rolled over as I panted for oxygen. She removed her vibrator, switched it off, and lay there, exhausted for a few minutes. She lazily tossed the vibrator onto my stomach and asked me to lick her juices off of it. I put the soiled vibrator into my mouth and she smiled in caring affection while caressing the back of my head and patted my now aching balls.

I was a mess again, but this time covered in Charley's juices, not my own.

As Charley got up and started putting on her clothing, I just laid there, trying to figure out what just happened.

I pulled the vibrator out of my mouth and asked, "so you're not mad at me anymore, right?" I asked as Charley got dressed, snapping her bra back into place.

"Yes, baby we're all made up. As long as you keep your promise to not watch any of those filthy girls in the porno movies without me."

"I promise Charley."

"Good boy." Charley came over to me and my still-aching balls and kissed them one at a time.

"No touching this little man either."

"What? I can't even jerk off?" That wasn't part of our deal.

Charley looked at me sternly, "Why would you need to? Any time you get horny, just call me up and I'll make sure you get satisfied one way or another. Okay?"

I looked at her in disbelief, but her eyes just had a way of making me do whatever she wanted. "Yes Charley."

Charley finished putting her on clothes and told me she would see me that weekend and walked out. I was still naked with her juices drying on me.

"I guess I'll take another shower." I muttered to myself.

Waiting

I didn't see Charley for the rest of the week and life without her was not so easy. No porn, no touching, and everything was hairless and lotioned.

But I got into the routine. Every morning I would check my body for any patches of hair that cropped up. If it was something small, I'd take use the razor, but if there was a larger patch of stubble that needed to go, I would break out the waxing kit. Then, already a bit horny from touching myself, I would jump into the shower, use the fragrant shampoo that Charley left at my place, and would do my best to not touch anything down south. Then, after drying off, I would go to it with the lotion, starting with my feet, working it up around my legs, and spending extra time around my crotch and on my butt. I loved it when Charley came anywhere near this area, so it was important for it to be extra soft.

Without any body hair, my clothes became a lot more sensitive, so instead of the cotton boxers that were my normal go-to, I switched to some silk boxers that I had bought a while ago, but rarely used anymore. The silk reduced any chaffing, and felt good against the skin.

Nights were difficult. My usual was to sink into bed, and touch myself before going to sleep, but that was now a big no-no. Instead, I would think of Charley while in bed, get myself all worked up and then lie there in agony trying to fall asleep without touching myself.

My dreams did not help either. They were usually of Charley straddling my face, her thick thighs wrapped around my head, with her juices running all round my face while she touched me and squeezed my balls. One night, I could swear I dreamt of many hands touching me all over my body and Charley, still over my face was kissing someone, but I could not see. I could tell that there were lights everywhere, and it was as if I was on display, with many people coming up to Charley to come in on the action, but I could not see a thing with Charley on top of me, everything was obscured by her wet thick bush. Inevitably, right before I am about to cum, I wakeup, wet, hard, and frustrated, and force myself to go back to bed without any release.

I did call Charley that week, almost every night, but she apparently had a group project that she was working on that week, and her group worked late into the night. After pleading with her and hinting at my frustration, she laughed and promised me release this weekend.

Time to Party

Every weekend there was a seemingly endless series of parties at all of the frat-houses across campus, and this weekend was no different. Charley called me and said that she wanted to go to the same frat-house where we met and where we ended up crashing in Jake's, her ex-boyfriend's, bed. I asked her if Jake was going to be there and she said she wasn't sure, they hadn't spoken recently, but she had a few other friends that were going and she wanted to introduce me to them.

She asked me to come over and help her get ready and I eagerly accepted her offer. Per her instructions, I hadn't touched myself all week and was ready to explode. A bit of pre-party nookie would be exactly what the doctor ordered.

Before heading over I went straight to my routine. I waxed my dick, balls, and ass to perfection, just like Charley showed me making sure there was not a single hair left-over. After shaving my arm-pits, I rubbed the jasmine lotion all over my body like I was told. Feeling a bit naughty and not really knowing why, I slipped on the set of black spandex bikini underwear I had grabbed at Jake's. The tight black spandex encased my package into a small mound and my white smooth legs sharply contrasted against it. I threw on a pair of jeans and shirt and ran out the door. I admit, I kind of liked the way my now hairless balls and butt were encased in the underwear and how it stretched as I walked.

When I got to Charley's place she greeted me just in her towel. She was still wet from the shower and I instantly got horny thinking about what I wanted to do with her. We kissed as we said hello. I tried pulling her in for more but she resisted.

"No way honey. Right now I got to get ready. We don't want to be late, do we?" It was only eight o'clock and I had no idea how we could be late, there was no formal start or end to a frat party. She sat me down on her small sofa and handed me a magazine to read as she disappeared back into the bathroom. I heard the hair dryer go on.

I looked at the magazine that she had handed me. It was a Cosmo with "One Hundred Ways to Make your Lover Go Crazy!" right on the front. I smirked and browsed through it:

"#2: Surprise him one night with some sexy lingerie." Simple enough, I thought.

"#18: Before putting your man's package in your mouth, look into his eyes and wet your lips."

"#42: When he takes you from behind, press your face down into the bed-sheets and stick your butt in the air."

"#71: Smack his tool against your face a couple of times before putting it in your mouth. If he already has some juices coming out, wipe them across your face."

"#82: When giving oral, press on his hole in the rear, all guys love it even if they say they don't."

"#100: Don't be a prude, jump on the opportunity to try something new."

I couldn't believe that girls actually read this stuff. It was like porn, no wonder Charley was into so many different things.

Charley walked back into the room, catching me engrossed with her Cosmo.

"Find any useful tips in there?" She asked, smiling. I didn't answer. As Charley got dressed she looked me up and down.

"I wish there was a way to dress you up a bit, jeans and a t-shirt are just so blah."

I looked at her suspiciously. Jeans and t-shirt was the standard outfit of all college "dudes," everyone here was a slob.

"Let me see what underwear you have on." I paused in a panic, remembering that I slipped on the black stretch panties. All of a sudden wearing them seemed like a bad idea. I tried coming up with some excuse to avoid the embarrassment, but seeing my hesitation, Charley just pushed further.

"Show me, or do I have to rip off those pants?"

I got up from the couch, and turning red in shame I undid the first button and stopped. Charley didn't need any more than that.

"Jake's underwear?" She burst out in a scornful laugh. "Why would you be wearing another guy's underwear? I hope you washed them from last time."

I actually hadn't and I told her so.

She burst out laughing, "eww, so gross, what is the matter with you? You know his dick and balls were right in there. Your penis and balls are touching the same place that his were, ha, ha. You're such a perve, wearing another man's underwear." She kept laughing, relishing my humiliation.

I tried fighting back telling her that I didn't wear them because they were a man's but that they just felt different than most other types. Charley stopped her laughing and looked at me thinking.

"Wait a sec – so you like wearing Jake's underwear because it's tight and feels sexy, right?"

"I don't know, I guess."

"I got just the thing for you for tonight, it'll be great."

Charley ran off into her closet and began digging. This was turning out to be a disaster. I heard her shout "found it" from across the room. She came back and threw a pair of blue jeans at me. But even though they looked like jeans, when I touched the material, they were clearly not made of denim, but of a stretchy lycra material instead. My heart sank.

"Jeggings. They're fun, right? Let's just see what they look like on you. Just to see."

I was thankful that she wasn't making me go to the party in them so I got took off my jeans in order to put on the stretchy jeans.

"Wait a sec," Charley said looking at me just wearing the black panties. She walked up to me and felt my ass in the stretchy material. It felt so good to have her touching me there, I shuddered. She smacked my ass hard and laughed.

"Those will have to come off."

"Why?" I asked.

"Haha, I can see that you're attached to Jake's underwear, but they are going to show panty lines. If you'll be out all night, it's best to wear a thong, but you can just free-ball it for now."

I shucked off my black panties. Charley smiled at my hairlessness.

I started pulling the jeans over my legs. It was really difficult! They were extremely tight, clinging to my every curve, and had to go little by little. Pulling them over my butt was especially difficult, but I finally got them up into place. I zipped up the little zipper and I could see that they pressed my package into my body. Charley pulled me over to the mirror.

"They look really cool, so much more fashionable than just boring old t-shirt and jeans." Charley said. I admit, they did look cool, kind of like skinny skater jeans. They were a little flamboyant, but they didn't look entirely out of place. My cock was amazingly missing from the image, the tight waste smoothed out everything and only the most imperceptible bump remained.

"They have a built-in cincher, to give you a better figure. How do they feel?" Charley rubbed her hands down my now lycra-encased legs, starting at the butt and going down, smoothing any wrinkles. Her hands sent tingles down my body, my legs actually felt a bit weak. I didn't have to answer her question, she knew just from looking at me.

"Twirl around for me?" As I spun around, every movement I made was amplified by these jeans, I felt the skin on my legs touching every inch of the fabric. When I moved, the jeans moved with me, it was unlike anything I had felt before.

"They're beautiful on you." She kept on touching my legs and gliding her fingers up and down. I could tell Charley wanted to see me in them at the party, but she didn't ask.

I did like how they felt, but I had to put an end to this. "There are no pockets in these pants, how will I bring my wallet."

"Why do you need your wallet anyway, you don't need cash or an ID at these parties."

Sensing my hesitation with the outfit Charley said, "fine, if you prefer to look like a boring old slob, go back to old jeans and t-shirt," Charley said with a tone of disappointment. Relieved, I started peeling them off my body, but Charley grabbed me and reached for my groin.

"But, you know they turn me on, so if you wear them, I'll make it worthwhile for you." Charley smiled at me devilishly as she violently rubbed her hands over my cock, pushing it into the tight material and further into my body. I sat stood there like a goof for a few minutes gyrating my hips into her hand, my member getting hard against the lycra but being pulled backwards by the material's tightness, almost to the point that it hurt. Who was I kidding; I had no choice over what pants I was going to wear the minute I walked into Charley's house. I could feel my penis leaking precum leaking knowing how in charge Charley was.

"Charley, you're making me so horny. I'll wear them, but I don't want it to be obvious." I said.

Charley smiled, grabbed the back of my head and began sucking the tongue from my face. She continued rubbing her hand into my crotch. I pulled away and told her that she was going to make me cum if she continued.

"You're right," she said, "we don't want to be late for the party. And if you want to fit in, I'll have to get you a matching t-shirt."

I groaned, knowing that this would be one more step towards something that I couldn't control . . . what is she doing to me?

Charley came out of her closet again with a normal looking gray t-shirt. It had some tribal pattern on it and looked masculine enough. I relented and swapped my shirt. Only after I put it on did I realize that it was made out of flimsy material which was practically see-through and it was cut-off around the neck so it would be constantly falling off my shoulder. Another look and I noticed there were little silver threading interspersed into the material, giving the shirt a glimmering effect. I looked like a faggot.

Looking in the mirror, I said, "Charley, you can't leave my side all night, promise?" I asked her.

"Ha, with a body like that, I can see how easy it would be to get taken away!"

I didn't laugh and I was more than a bit worried. But Charley grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the door.

Party Night

As we walked up to the frat party, we could see it was already packed. There were people all over the front lawn, music was blasting, and used red solo cups (the staple form of drink-ware in American colleges) were haphazardly strewn about the property.

As we neared the entrance someone called out to Charley to say hello. He introduced himself as David and I recognized him as one of the frat brothers that I ran into the morning after Charley and I slept in Jake's bedroom. Jake was Charley's ex-boyfriend, but they broke up after he turned out to be gay or something.

Recognizing me, David said, "oh hey, you're Jake's boyfriend, right?"

I froze and turned beet red. The last time I partied at this frat-house with Charley, we had woken up in Jake's room and I had lost my clothes. I borrowed some of Jake's and so Charley had to introduce me as Jake's boyfriend as an excuse for wearing his clothing.

David continued, "that's really cool man, we may be a big frat-house, but we don't discriminate. Jake's a cool dude and what he does with whoever is his deal, not mine."

"Uh-huh," was all I managed to squeak out. Charley noticed my discomfort with perpetuating this lie, but instead of covering for me or explaining, I could tell she was enjoying it way too much. I became worried that Jake was inside and that I would have to confront him, and I had no idea how this charade would continue in his presence.

"Is Jake inside?" I asked, knowing that if the answer was yes, I would need to run for the hills.

"Ya know man, I haven't seen him," David responded, "I think he was out of town for one of his competitions, but he's your man, right? You should be keeping better tabs on him than me." He laughed at me with a wink, and I meekly laughed "yeah," rolling my eyes.

"Well anyway, mi casa es su casa, or whatever," David said. "The booze is down the hall to the left, and the main dance-floor is upstairs, we got some techno DJ and he's going to be here until dawn." It sounded fun, David seemed cool. "There's a kiddie pool outback, that we'll probably jump into at one point, and also, uhh, Charley, if you need anything extra, you know where to find me, right?"

Charley winked at him as we walked closer up to the party.

"What was that last bit about?" I asked Charley.

"Oh nothing babe," she squeezed my butt, "you look edible by the way, but I guess you belong to Jake now, huh?"

I was not amused, "seriously Charley," I said, "you have to stop this. And who is this David guy, is he another one of your ex-boyfriends or something?"

Charley pulled me in closer and kissed me, but I pushed away, "you're adorable," she said, "jealous over David." She laughed, "no David and I have no history together, but he sells extra `party-favors' if you know what I mean." I did not know what she meant, but I pretended to understand. "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, okay babe?"

I responded "okay." I fixed my shirt that had been falling off of my shoulder, held onto Charley's hand, and walked with her into the party.

The Hangover

As I woke up the next morning in bed, my eyes adjusting to the bright light, I slowly tried to determine where I was. It was familiar, I've seen that window before, and the sun hitting the room in that way, reminded me of - but, the silky bedspread was not mine. Everything was silky, but, wait a sec, why was everything silky? I am naked, why am I naked, where am I? As these thoughts swirled around, and I scratched the sleep out of my eyes, I could see I was back in Jake's room.

"Not again," I muttered to myself. Charley must have dropped me off here after a heavy night of drinking, much like she did last time.

Without paying much attention, I rolled over to try to get up out of bed, but bumped into something large. There was something else in the bed. Some of the sheets slipped off the bed. Whatever it was, I could only see that it was dark brown. Then it moved – oh my god – it was a person . . . and . . . it was a man! I was in bed naked with a black man!

I bit my lip trying to remember how I got into this predicament. I remembered walking into the party and getting a drink. I hung by Charley's side as she found some girls she knew and spoke with them, commenting on my outfit. Two or three drinks later, David stopped by, and I remember Charley giving him money for something. I remember Charley kissing me, passing her gum or something into my mouth. Then Charley and I went to the dance-floor, but everything after that was hazy. I had no idea how I ended up in Jake's room with this man sleeping next to me.

I tried to get up, as quietly as I could, without waking up this guy. I pushed the sheets off of me, but by doing so, I knocked them off of him too. He was also in the buff! And he was huge, like a body-builder or something. He had arms as thick as logs, washboard six pack abs, and as the sheets fell completely off of him, I saw his privates. It was unlike mine altogether, more like a black polish sausage which traveled half-way down to his knee. And he was hairless head to toe.

After staring for a few seconds, I quietly tried pulling the sheets back over him. I was on the inside of the bed, so I had to climb over him to get out. As carefully as I could, I put one leg over him and was about to jump over. But just as I was hovering over him, one leg straddled over his stomach, with his junk just inches below, he rumbled underneath and started to roll over into the bed. My foot got caught underneath him and I fell right back down on my back. The next thing I knew, he scooped an arm underneath me and pulled me into his body. I was panicking, terrified that he would wake up, find a stranger in the bed, and beat the crap out of me. But then he let out a snore. I think he was still asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief. But I was now in a spooning position with this huge black man, and, ugh, as he grabbed me tighter I could feel his big thing touching my leg.

"Wake up sleepy-heads!" I heard Charley's voice, I tried to look over to her, but this guy was pinning me down, and I couldn't even see her. Charley came and plopped down on the bed right on top of this guy and on top of me. She leaned over him and kissed my nose, smiling "looks like someone is having a little snuggle-session this morning, huh?" She winked.

"Jake-get your hands off my boyfriend, you have to share him ya know?"

The large black man in the bed rumbled, shaking the entire bed, then in one sudden movement he lifted himself up, sat in an upright position on the bed, gave a deep and loud yawn, and stretched his arms widely, showing off his muscles and pecs. This man was big, it was hard to tell from within the bed, but he must have been well over six foot.

"Sorry Charley-girl. With wakin up with a soft white thing in your bed, it aint easy to keep yo hands to yoself," he gave a big bright smile, showing off a set of teeth so white they blinded you against his dark skin, "you know how it is." He lightly pinched Charley's cheek and she smiled and looked down, turning a bit red herself. Then he looked down at me, still frightened and under the silky sheets. "You know how it is too," he pinched my cheek. I was scared and mortified.

Just then, he got up out of the bed, completely nude and stood directly in front of us, his massive tool hanging just inches in front of our face. Charley and I both stared. It was big, with thick veins, and it hung a little bit to the left. It must have been nearly a foot long and thicker than my wrists. He had a bodybuilder's shape, massive pecs, and looked like he was carved from marble. Black marble.

He glanced at a clock on the wall.

"Well, ges it's time to hit the gym," he said. "I'll leave you two minxes at it, just tidy up before you leave, alright?"

"Thanks Jake!" Charley squealed, and ran up and hugged him, still in the buff. At least Charley was clothed, I thought, but she was wearing the same strappy dress as last night and with her disheveled hair and messed up makeup, she looked rather slutty.

The black man, picked up a pair of gray spandex bottoms off his dresser and put them on. They left nothing to the imagination, you could see the outline of his junk right through them. Then a black Under Armour tank top, also skin tight. After putting on some socks and Nikes, Charley and I watched him walk out the door, finally leaving us alone.

Reconstruction

"What happened last night?"

"Ha, you don't remember, do you?" Charley asked. I scratched my looked at her ponderously. "How's your back feel, by the way?" She asked.

Come to think of it, yes my back did feel really good, and actually my whole body felt fantastic, all my muscles were loose and relaxed.

"After we dropped the e, Jake was nice enough to give us both massages, you don't remember?" Charley said.

I stammered, "e? Massages? Jake!? No, I don't remember any of it! Was that guy who just left Jake?"

"Yes silly, how do you not remember any of this, he must have been massaging you for an hour, you loved it."

"First off," I said, wanting to get to the bottom of this, "what do you mean e? Are you talking about drugs? I've never done drugs before in my life and I sure didn't take any last night."

"Ahh baby," Charley said looking into my eyes, "you're so adorable." She lied down on the bed with me and grabbed my naked body, cradling my head and letting it sit softly on her breasts, which were only thinly covered by her tight dress. Reflexively, resting my head there, I felt safer and less anxious about what happened the night before.

"Yes, last night, right before we went to the dance floor, I got us both some `e', which stands for Ecstasy. I told you that David had party favors, didn't I? Haven't you tried Ecstasy before?"

I felt a bit ashamed that I hadn't, I never even heard of the drug, my parents always shielded me from the bad kids who were known to do it. Feeling ashamed, I lied and told her that I had heard of it, but never had the chance to try it.

Charley could tell that I was lying, and she told me it was okay, that she had seriously thought I had done it before, but that she was glad that she was there to take care of me during my first experience. She told me not to worry, because everything was fun and went smoothly last night. My next question was how I ended up naked in bed with a naked Jake, and why was I getting massages.

"You undressed Jake yourself, you silly," Charley said.

"I did what!?"

"Listen, I'm amazed you don't remember this from last night, but when you're on Ecstasy, massages feel really good. Late last night we came up here after the pool and we started massaging each other. I gave you a real nice rub-down and -"

"Wait a sec," I cut her off, "Pool? And why was Jake in here while I was naked?"

"Duh, after the party died down we all went to jump into the kiddie pool. That's where we found Jake. Jake had a bathing suit, and the rest of us went in our underwear, but you weren't wearing any, remember? When I told Jake you weren't wearing underwear he offered to lend you a big t-shirt, just like you like." I noticed on the floor of Jakes room was a crumpled up white t-shirt that looked wet.

"I would have asked for a pair of his underwear, but I didn't want to embarrass you," Charley said. Ugh, I thought, as if wearing his underwear would be more embarrassing than going swimming with nothing other than a t-shirt.

Charley continued, "we were all hanging out in the kiddie pool, I think it was my three girlfriends, Jake, you and I. Jake was mostly hitting on my friends and we were mostly on our own. You looked so cute just in that t-shirt and I took advantage of the easy access to your cute butt in the water. But around 2 or 3 in the morning my friends left, so then it was just you, me and Jake. Jake suggested that we give each other massages. You must have gotten excited from my touching, because you jumped at the idea, went right up to him in the pool, practically sitting in his lap, and asked him to do you first. He just laughed at you and said it wouldn't be easy to do it properly in the pool. You asked him where would be the best place to do it. He recommended his room. You were hilarious, because you already knew where his room was, so you actually ran up ahead of us on your own. It was classic seeing you dripping wet, running around the house with only a transparent white shirt. You pulled it down in the front so it rose up a bit in the back and everyone could see your butt. There were still a few people inside the house. Jake and I picked up your leggings – the jeggings I gave you – and your other stuff, and we both tagged behind you. Jake told me he thought you were a little drunk, but I told him you were just trying to show that you were into new things. "

Charley continued, "when we got up here, you were already naked and under Jake's sheets, which was a little weird. But because you were so eager and looked so adorable under those sheets, I offered to give you a massage first. You seemed to love it but Jake said I was doing it wrong, and he showed me where all of your key muscle points are."

"Where are my `key muscle points'?" I asked.

"Right here," Charley replied and started squeezing an area in my inner thigh, I could tell that the area was recently massaged, but now only had a blurry recollection. "And here," Charley said with a grin, as she grabbed my butt and squeezed and kneaded it, she gave a small pat on my butt hole. "So after a good Jake showed me how to do it properly and I gave it a shot, I left to get us a drink of water, and let Jake continue on his own."

"So you left me here with Jake alone while he was touching me on my butt? Why did you let him do that!?"

"Oh shut up, we needed to get water. It can be dangerous doing e if you're not hydrated. Besides, you were loving Jake's massage and I didn't want to interrupt you two. You kept pushing your butt in the air and rocking it into his hands, I could see your little man was at attention."

"It was not!"

"Jeez, it's no biggie, it would happen to anyone being touched like that, don't be so insecure."

But I was insecure. I was naked in bed with a giant black man rubbing my butt, my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, who apparently was bisexual no less.

"Well then what happened?" I asked.

"After I came back with the water, we all took a sip. It was funny, you just got right up in the buff and acted like it was totally normal. You were clearly still a bit tipsy because you spilled it all over you. Anyway, I suggested that because Jake taught me how to give a good massage and gave you one, we should return the favor. You agreed, got on your knees and took off his swim suit before he even asked. He has a big one doesn't he? I caught you staring at it."

"Did not!" I argued.

Charley laughed, "it's okay, Jake was cool with it and climbed up on the bed. I started to massage his back, but he was too big, so I jumped on him straddling him to do it properly. After a few minutes of watching and talking, still in the buff, you were getting bored, so you asked if you could join. Jake agreed, so I turned around, facing his feet, while you jumped on to the bed facing me. He showed you were the massage oil was, and you started to oil up his legs while I was doing his back. Then you started going to his key muscle areas."

"I did!?"

"Yup, and you were liking it too. Your little man was still stiff and it was turning me on. So we started making out a bit and you kept touching my breasts and rubbing your body up on down over Jake. I think you were dry humping his leg or something, but I didn't even touch you down there, and maybe it was the Ecstasy affecting you, but you came right on top of Jake."

"I did not!" I screamed.

"You did too, I was right there. You squealed and got it on me and all over Jake's butt and into his crack. But worse than that, right afterwards, you leaned over and passed right out. You had me all worked and I could even tell Jake was enjoying it, but then you instantly passed out, leaving only Jake and me."

"Oh no, I'm so embarrassed."

"Yes, you really owed Jake, after he gave you a great massage, all you did was mount him, oil him up, and cum. He actually complained about it afterwards."

"I'm sorry. Did you two just go to sleep then?"

"Well, Jake and I were really worked up, and believe me, if I didn't love you so much, I would have thought about doing something with him, but I never would."

"Good, thank you, sorry for being like that."

"It's okay, Jake was going to wake you up and make you `finish what you started', but I apologized to Jake for you, saying that you're normally a very considerate person and never think about just yourself during sex and that it was probably just the drugs."

Charley continued, "Jake was still a bit angry though, after you made him all excited, so I helped him out a bit."

"What do you mean `helped him out,' I thought you said, you didn't have sex!" I shouted.

"Calm down!" Charley yelled back "You caused this, you know. Jake isn't like you, you can't get a big guy like him all hot and bothered and expect it to take care of itself. You saw his cock, you know how it is. And no, I didn't have sex with him, I just held his balls as he jerked himself on you."

"On me?!"

"Yes, he stood over you and came on your back, just like you came on his. Jake was pissed at you, and really it was only fair. I sat behind him rubbing his butt and massaging his balls. He told me that he was going to `jizz all over you to make up for leaving us high and dry.' It was me who pointed his dick towards your back, he may have tried to cum right on your face or something." Now I realized why Charley had asked me about my back, she wasn't talking about the massage. I touched my back and felt something dry and crusty. It was all over and Charley noticed me reaching for it.

"Yes, he came quite a bit. It wasn't entirely fair I guess, you squirted just a few mostly clear droplets, but I think he gave you a pretty good bath in the stuff, all thick and white." Charley could see I was hurt by that. Trying to make up for it, she said, "but don't worry baby, I was kind of curious, so I took a quick taste, and his isn't nearly as sweet as yours." I'm not sure what consolation it is to know that my cum tasted better than Jake's.

"Anyway, after Jake came, he made me rub it into you so it wouldn't get it all over his sheets. It was gross, I got it all over me as well, and I think I ruined my dress." I noticed a few white spots on the lower half of her dress, then a few more patches on her leg and arms and another bit on her nose. "Anyway, afterwards we all piled into bed and in five minutes everyone was snoring. Think about how I felt, not getting any massage, cramped in this small bed, everyone shooting their load, and then me on cleanup patrol. You could have helped out a bit more, you are a really selfish person you know."

"I'm sorry Charley," I replied, "parts of it are coming back to me now, but I really don't remember that much, I must have been really drunk or high or something."

I was still in Charley's arms, my head resting on her soft pillow-like boobs.

"That's okay baby, I'm happy you had a good time. And besides, I know how you can make it up to me." Charley pushed my head off of her boobs and guided it further south. I peeled off her panties and her musk smelled deeply from the kiddie pool, her dried juices from the night before, along with some fresh moistness that was currently building up in her hairy snatch. I began to snuggle up next to it, and could detect another sent, almost like cum, I shuddered wondering how much of Jake had gotten on her too.

Charley leaned back in the bed, my head sneaking up between her thighs.

"Lick."

And I did what I was told.

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