^^^June, 1972. In a nursing home outside of Philadelphia, PA^^^
“Oh, my God!”
Charles shouted those words when a woman unexpectedly bent over in front of him to pick something off the floor. She gave the eighteen-year-old a downblouse view of the largest breasts he’d ever seen. He stared at them with wide bulging eyes.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the young man’s face turned red and he regretted his outburst.
“Sorry,” he said. “I can’t believe I said that. I apologize, Ma’am. I shouldn’t have cried out, and I shouldn’t have looked.”
The chubby, thirty-something woman grinned and said, “It’s okay. It’s been a while since a man has reacted to me with such enthusiasm. I’ve put on some weight, and the girls have gotten pretty big. When I leaned over, they spilled out of my top. You’d have to be blind not to notice.”
^^^Earlier that morning^^^
Charles entered a nursing home run by the local church. He signed in at the desk and went to the wellness clinic.
“Hello,” he said to a woman at the desk, “I’m Charles, the new assistant for the visiting doctors. Today, I’m working with Dr. Harvey.”
“Hi, I’m Cindy,” she responded. “You’re the son of missionaries who live in China. I was told to expect you.”
“I lived there for ten years.”
“Your parents are still in China, and you’re back in the States to go to medical school?”
“Yes. I start college in September and, if all goes well, I’ll go to medical school after that.”
A short, bald man walked briskly into the room and said, “Ah, Charles, I see you’ve met our receptionist. Cindy, Charles will be helping the other doctors and me this summer. He’s getting some hands-on experience as well as a sampling of different disciplines.”
The two men went into the exam room. The podiatrist gave his new assistant a sheet of paper and said, “Here is a list of patients I’ll be seeing today and the scheduled procedure. Beside each name is their room number. Your job is to bring the patients to me and assist me.”
Charles nodded and glanced at the page.
The doctor said, “The residents have physical and cognitive limitations. Some have Alzheimer’s. Almost all of them have trouble hearing. Don’t assume you have the correct person because they are in the specified room or respond when you call out a name. Ask the staff. They will point out the right person.”
Charles nodded.
The bald man laughed and said, “There’s nothing magical about the list. If the first person isn’t dressed or hasn’t finished breakfast, bring me who is ready. I’ll see them in whatever order suits them.”
The eighteen-year-old left the room and got a patient. After the doctor saw her, he took her back to her room. He repeated the process.
By mid-morning, many of the residents were in the activity rooms.
Charles walked into the activity room on the third floor and saw a dozen people. Some were sleeping. Others watched a nature show on the television. Two women were folding towels. An overweight, middle-aged woman wearing a colorful uniform was watching over them.
Charles addressed her politely. “Hello. My name is Charles, and I’m getting patients for the foot doctor. He’s ready for Mrs. Schmidt; is she here?”
The attendant pointed to an old woman sitting in a chair and said, “That’s her in the pink blouse. We better put her in a wheelchair. She doesn’t walk well.” The big woman rose slowly as if standing took a great effort. She grabbed a wheelchair. Together, they got Mrs. Schmidt into it.
“Wait a second,” the older woman said breathily. “I need to put the foot pedals on. Otherwise, her feet will drag on the floor.”
She fetched the pedals and bent over at the hip to put one on the chair. Her scoop-neck top fell away from her chest and exposed her huge breasts.
Charles gasped loudly and stared wide-eyed at her boobs. The embarrassing words were out of his mouth before he realized that he’d said them.
“Oh, my God!”
He immediately blushed and apologized.
The chubby woman grinned sheepishly and said it was her fault. Charles studied her face and was relieved when it appeared that she wasn’t upset with him.
^^^
When the doctor went to lunch, Charles went to the employee dining room. He stood in line, got his meal, and went outside to a picnic table to eat in the shade of some large oak trees. It was a beautiful sunny warm June day.
He took a bite of his Reuben sandwich and heard a voice he recognized. It belonged to the aide whose bosom he’d seen. She came up to him and said, “I try to get out and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air whenever I can. May I join you?”
He nodded. She went to the other side of the table and put her tray down.
“My name is Betsy Summer.”
“I’m Charles Young.”
She sat, and they ate their sandwiches. She made a couple of attempts to talk to him. He responded with monosyllabic answers, and the conversation fizzled.
She chuckled and said, “You’re not much of a talker, are ya?”
“No.”
“Are you being shy because of what happened earlier?”
Instead of answering, Charles’s face turned red.
She laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it. Dozens… no, probably hundreds of guys have seen my boobs. The best place to party around here is at the lake. When my girlfriends and I turned eighteen, we went there every chance we got and started what we called the ‘Boobs for Beers’ campaign. We’d flashed any guy willing to give us a six-pack.”
Charles’ face blanched with horror. Betsy noticed, laughed, and said, “Sorry, if I shocked you. We were young. Haven’t you ever done anything like that?”
Charles answered quickly, “No.” He looked aghast.
“Too bad. Sounds like you haven’t had enough fun in your life.” She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye and added, “For a second this morning, you made me feel eighteen again. Beautiful and desired. Revisiting those happier, carefree days was worth a moment of embarrassment.”
That broke the ice, and they had a nice conversation. Charles learned Betsy was thirty-six. She’d been married and divorced three times, and she had a child with each man. Her daughters were fifteen, twelve, and nine, and she called them Sissy, Boo, and Mouse.
Charles gave her a questioning look. The mother laughed and said, “They’re nicknames. Didn’t you ever have one?”
“Sometimes people call me Charley,” he offered.
She shook her head and, said “Sissy is the eldest. The others tried calling her sister, but it came out as sissy. My middle daughter loved to play peek-a-boo and insisted we call her Boo. My youngest was born small and has always been small for her age, so we call her Mouse.”
Her eyes teared up as she confessed, “My last husband broke my heart two years ago when he left me for a younger woman. I got depressed and ate to ease my pain. Now I’m in my mid-thirties, a struggling single mother, and forty pounds over my normal weight. As you can see, the majority of the weight went to my hips, butt, and boobs.”
Charles felt obligated to share. He told her that he was born in the States, and for the last ten years, he lived in rural China with his missionary parents, and he wanted to be a doctor like his father.
“Cool,” Betsy said. “What are some of the biggest differences between the United States and China?”
“For one thing, China is much poorer, or at least the part I was in. Our neighbors worked in a low-wage, state-run factory or were subsistence farmers. They were very conservative and family-oriented. The way American women dress, exposing their legs, midriffs, and cleavage, would shock the average Chinese person. The other thing that struck me when I got here is how many Americans are fat.”
His face turned red, and he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.”
She laughed. “I know I’m fat. Many of my countrymen are overweight too. You’re very fit,” she said, eyeing his toned body.
“I exercise, try to eat right, and apply the knowledge I’ve picked up from my father and my studies about the human body. Did you know there is a whole discipline called kinesiology that focuses on how the body moves? I’m fascinated by how our muscles and skeleton work together. Moving efficiently and painlessly can improve a person’s mood and self-confidence.”
“Can it help a person lose weight?”
“Sure. Movement is exercise, and we all know that burning calories helps a person lose weight. Misalignment or bad technique can interfere with a person’s ability to exercise, adding to their stress and contributing to emotional eating. With testing, we can identify problems and help with the process of losing weight.”
“I think we can help each other,” Betsy said. “Can I be blunt?”
“Sure.”
“You aren’t very confident around women, are you? You have trouble looking me in the eye and talking to me. I’m guessing you’re even more ill at ease around girls your age?”
He grimaced and nodded.
“I can teach you how to approach and chat up a girl. Have you ever been on a date or kissed a girl?”
“No,” he replied sheepishly.
“I have an offer for you. How about I teach you how to get a girlfriend and in return, you help me lose weight. Deal?”
“Yeah…Sure. Deal!”
She smiled and said, “I get off work at three o’clock. What about you?”
“My afternoons are free to read, study, or whatever.”
“Meet me at the scale room on the second floor at three, and we’ll get started today.”
^^^
The denomination that ran the nursing home and supported his parents in China gave Charles the job of assisting the doctors and set him up in a tiny apartment in the basement of the nursing home. The little room had a twin bed, lamp, television, dresser, chair, and a desk. Attached was a small bathroom behind a curtain.
A little before three, he left his apartment and walked to the room that housed an electronic wheelchair-accessible platform scale.
Betsy joined him a few minutes later, red in the face from the brisk walk. “Sorry, I’m late. One of the residents spilled a drink and needed a clean shirt.”
She closed and locked the door, placed her handbag on the floor, and kicked off her shoes before she pulled her top over her head. She saw Charles fidget, and his face turned red. She smiled, pulled off the matching scrub pants, and said, “We both know how this goes. You need baseline info so you can track my progress. Weigh me and take my measurements.”
She unhooked her bra and shucked it off. Her freed breasts tumbled down to her stomach. “Whew. It feels good to get out of that contraption. Now I can breathe.”
Charles stared at her tits. They looked like droopy, over-filled water balloons, and her saucer-like areolas pointed to the ground.
She stepped onto the scale wearing a pair of granny panties. She read the scale and said, “165 pounds on my five-foot four-inch frame is the most I’ve ever weighed. I was 119 pounds when I graduated high school, and I wore a size 6 dress at my first wedding.”
She looked at him. He appeared mesmerized by her breasts. His face was flushed. She chuckled and said, “What? Never seen a pair of boobs before?”
“Ah. No. Well, not in the flesh,” he confessed.
“Measure me.”
“What?”
“I’ve had friends who have been on weight loss programs, and the goal is to lose weight, become healthier, and get fit. In addition to being weighed, they had parts of their bodies measured, so the doctor knows when you’re reshaping your body and becoming more toned.”
“Sorry, you caught me off guard. I thought we’d talk about diet and exercise. I didn’t expect to see you topless and to need a tape measure. ”
“Lucky for us, I’m a knitter,” she said. She went to her handbag and pulled out a tape and a small notebook. She handed both items to him, and he measured various parts of her body.
She snickered, lifted her tits, and said, “You’re supposed to measure under my breasts. Let me get them out of your way.”
He wrapped the tape around her ribs, blushing the whole time. When he finished, she released her breasts, and they jostled and quaked as they fell.
“You’re supposed to measure my boobs at the nipple. I don’t know how you can do that since my nips face the ground,” she said with a laugh.
“Ah. Ah,” he stammered before saying, “I think we have enough measurements.
She got dressed, and they went for a walk and talked.
^^^
Betsy began to make better choices about the things she ate. Monday through Friday after work, she and Charles met and exercised. They started slowly, mostly just walking.
They incorporated trips to the home’s exercise room to lift weights and use the machines as her stamina improved. During their walks, she schooled him. She taught him how to approach girls, engage them in a conversation, and understand how they think.
“You need to get past the fear, your anxiety, and nervousness,” she said. “You’re tall, smart, and attractive enough. You need to be confident, fun, and flirty.”
“I know, but I tense up and get tongue-tied around girls.”
“I’m giving you homework. I’m not asking you to talk to pretty teenage girls you don’t know. I want you to smile at, talk with, and compliment the women you already interact with. When you sign in in the morning, talk to Mrs. Randolph about the weather. ‘It looks like another beautiful, sunny day,’ or, ‘I hear it’s supposed to rain today.'”
He nodded.
“When you see Cindy at the wellness desk say something like, ‘Your hair looks nice today,’ or, ‘The color of your top looks good on you.'”
They both made progress. Betsy lost weight, but more importantly, the shape of her body changed. Charles learned he could look a woman in the eye and talk to her without freaking out or acting like an idiot.
They kept at it, and their workouts intensified.
On Monday, Betsy asked, “Did you go to the mall and talk with some girls?”
“Yes. I did as you suggested and asked simple questions like where a store was. No one slapped me or made fun of me. It went as you said it would. Some answered politely and went on their way. Others smiled and seemed willing to talk to me. I chatted with those.”
“Excellent. There’s no magical word or phrase that’ll make all women swoon. Some are not available, or you caught them at a bad time, or you’re not their type. It’s a numbers game. Our goal is to give you a chance. A baseball player can fail seven out of ten times and still make it to the Hall of Fame.”
Charles grinned and nodded.
They went for a jog. “I’m sweating like a whore at church,” Betsy said. She laughed and asked, “Can we swing by your place for a quick shower, and you can take my measurements there?”
“Sure.”
They stopped at the employee’s locker room, Betsy grabbed her stuff, and they went to Charles’ basement apartment. She went into his bathroom area, stripped, and showered. She came out five minutes later with a towel wrapped around her. She dropped it and exposed her nude body.
“Not bad, huh?” she said proudly as she twirled for his inspection.
“Yes. You’re making great progress,” Charles answered.
Her body was becoming slimmer and firmer, and she had a more appealing silhouette.
His eyes focused on her furry brown bush, plump ass, and still large breasts, and he got an erection. He turned away from her and moved his cock to make it less noticeable in his running shorts.
Charles got out the tape, took her measurements, and wrote them down. He said, “The numbers are good. Getting better every week.”
“Yeah! I’m losing weight, looking, and feeling better! I can’t wait to tell my girls about my progress. Go take your shower,” she said.
He responded, “You should be proud of yourself. You’ve worked hard. Go home and tell your family.” Charles stepped into the bathroom, undressed, and washed. He returned to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Oh! I didn’t expect you to be here,” Charles said when he saw Betsy sitting on the edge of his bed in the nude. He averted his eyes.
“We’re both making good progress becoming the people we want to be. It’s time you moved to the next phase,” she said as she stepped to him, lifted his chin, and kissed him on the lips.
She tugged on Charles’ towel, and it fell to the floor. His dick rose to full staff as he stood there stiffly, in more ways than one.
She giggled and said, “You’ll have to kiss better than that.”
“I’ve never kissed a girl…a woman…sexually before.”
“It’s time you learned. Come, get on the bed with me.”
They lay on their sides, facing each other. Her soft breasts touched his chest, and his hard penis rested against her belly. She instructed him on the art of seduction and how to kiss and caress a woman. He stumbled, fumbled, and performed poorly.
She was patient, repeated her instructions, and let him kiss her lips, touch and suck on her boobs.
“Ohhh! Oh!” he cried out when he ejaculated on her abdomen. “Sorry!”
He tried to get up. She reached down, grabbed his pulsating dick, and jerked him off. “There, there,” she said gently as she milked his cock. “It’s okay.”
She held him until he lost his erection. She sat up, smiled, and said, “I’m going to clean up. We’ll do this again tomorrow.”
“I never expected we’d get physical.”
“I don’t do things half-assed. You’ll be girlfriend-ready when I’m done with you, and I expect to be wearing my size ten dresses by the end of the summer.”
^^^
The next week, Betsy and Charles worked out daily as usual. Each exercise session ended with a shower followed by kissing and heavy petting. On Friday, after a heavy workout, they showered separately and ended up in bed naked, fooling around.
“Ouch! Don’t squeeze my breasts so hard.”
“Sorry,” Charles said as his face turned red.
“I’ve been with enough men to know guys love boobs. We like men drooling over them, caressing and sucking on them, but you have to be gentle, very gentle. They’re very soft, right?”
“Yes.”
“Remember they’re as delicate and sensitive as they are soft.” She chuckled and added, “If you ever want a girl to let you play with them, you’d better learn how to treat them tenderly. Try again.”
Betsy lay on her back, and Charles lay beside her. He carefully and lightly touched her breasts. He leaned down, placed the tip of his tongue on her right areola, and moved it in a circle.
“Mmmm. Nice. Now you’re getting the hang of it.”
Charles continued his gentle efforts on her other breast.
“Oh!” Betsy moaned as she ran her fingers through his black hair and pulled his head to her bosom.
Her musky fragrance wafted into the air and reached Charles’s nostrils. He followed the intriguing scent and put his head in her hairy pussy. He sniffed, nuzzled her labia, and licked her vagina.
“Oh! Good boy! Lick my pussy!”
Charles went to town. Like a pig searching for a truffle, he rooted around in her pubic hair until he found the source of her nectar.
“Oh, yes! You’re a natural. Born to eat snatch.”
Charles plunged his tongue into her cunt, and dug out the thick, slick, musky fluid. He feasted on her feminine flesh unrelentingly. She gushed; he swallowed.
“Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Oh! Ohhhh!”
She cried out and came on his tongue. She thrust her hips against his face giving him a fat lip. Her body spasmed, and she turned away from him.
“Wow!” Charles exclaimed.
He rolled onto his back, stroked his throbbed dick, and looked at Betsy. She laid on her side, and he saw her plump, pale ass. It beckoned him. He spooned his exercise partner, grabbed his aching cock, and slipped it in between her thighs just below her ass.
He arched his back, and as natural as water flowing downhill, his penis slid into her vagina. “Wow,” he called out again.
“Oh? Oh! We’re going all the way?” Betsy asked and giggled.
“Yes. We are,” Charles said in a confident, commanding voice. He fucked her for all he was worth which wasn’t very much. He quickly blew his load inside her.
“Oh! Oh, my God! Oh, God!” he hollered.
Betsy giggled and said, “Now, you know what all the fuss is about.”
His dick grew soft and slipped out of her.
She turned and looked at him. His eyes darted about. He looked worried, and he said, “I’m sorry. I should have asked if I could have sex with you. Oh, God! Am I in trouble for coming inside you? Are you going to get pregnant?
She laughed and said, “Those are good things to talk about before both parties are naked. You’re not in trouble. I had my tubes tied after I had Mouse. My baby-making days are over.”
^^^
It was a hot summer in Pennsylvania that year and a successful one for Betsy and Charles.
She lost twenty-seven pounds. Her heavy, sloppy, flabby body changed into a firm, trim, attractive body that you wouldn’t expect belonged to a thirty-six-year-old mother of three.
Charles was a hard worker, a quick study, and became proficient at sex.
He banged Betsy five days a week for two months, much to their mutual delight. They had sex in every possible position.
One afternoon, Charles ate her to a strong orgasm. Then he dragged her body to the edge of the bed, stood on the floor, put her feet on his shoulders, and fucked her hard, fast, and deep.
They moaned and groaned as he slammed the full length of his cock into her. On one stroke, his slippery dick came out of Betsy’s soaked, hot box. His next thrust made her scream.
“Ah! My ass. You shoved your dick in my ass!”
He froze and asked, “What should I do?”
“Don’t move.”
They both paused and took a couple of deep breaths. Charles stared at his thick cock half-buried in her butt. He asked, “Does it hurt?”
She giggled and said, “Let me tell you, it was quite a shock getting my asshole skewered. Luckily, you got me so worked up that my pussy was overflowing with lubricant. Your slick dick slid in my ass without hurting me, but it surprised the hell out of me.”
Charles nudged his hips forward.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking advantage of the situation. Anal is one subject we’ve yet to cover. How about it?”
“How about what?”
“How about letting me fuck your ass?” He pressed his dick forward. It slid deeper inside her.”
“You bastard!”
She said it without venom. He noted her lack of anger and fed her more of his cock. He watched her eyes as he slid his whole unit inside her. She sighed contentedly and said, “Go ahead. You know the rules. Be careful, read your partner, and make sure she has fun.”
He cautiously fucked her butt.
“The last man to fuck my ass was my second husband. He was a cheat, a drunk, and overall a bad guy, but he’d ring my bell big time whenever I gave him my butt. Go on, make me scream your name.”
Many strokes later, she yelled, “Oh, my God! Charles, fuck my ass! Yes. Yes. Oh!”
She climaxed, and her asshole grabbed his cock. He thrust into her, came, and blew his load deep within her bowels.
^^^
When the summer ended, Charles said goodbye to the patients and the staff. He and Betsy had a special send-off. They had dirty, raucous sex. They climaxed while she rode him reverse cowgirl.
After a break and a beer, he made love to her. They came simultaneously while he boned her missionary style and each looking deeply into the other’s eyes.
“Thanks for everything,” he said. “I’ll never forget you.”
She kissed him passionately and said, “Those college girls don’t stand a chance. You’re a tall, good-looking, smooth-talking stud. You’ll slay them.”
^^^
Charles went to college on a scholarship. He lived on campus, made many friends, and did well with his studies and the ladies. He dated and bedded many coeds, and he did so in a kind manner.
He didn’t lie, trick, abuse, or take advantage of his female classmates. The women who slept with him knew he was going to med school and wouldn’t think about marriage until he graduated.
He and Betsy stayed in touch sporadically. They were naked and in bed for the first time in four weeks. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and said, “Thanks for coming to see me. This will be the last time we have sex. We had a great summer, I wish you the best, but our relationship has run its course. You’re dating, aren’t you?”
“Yes,: he said. “You helped me so much. I’ll be forever grateful.”
“You helped me too. I got fit, and now I’m dating a good man. He’s kind to me, and the kids. We’re going to get married.”
“I’m happy for you. We don’t have to have sex.”
“I want to.” she smiled broadly, “One last time. Whatever you want. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. Whatever.”
He smiled and said, “It was your tits that first got my attention. How about you on top? Let me watch your boobs bounce and quake as you grind on me.”
That’s what they did.
^^ The Fall of 1975^^^
It was a beautiful, warm October afternoon. The sky was clear, and the temperature in Philadelphia was a bonny sixty-five. It was a delightful change from the eighty and ninety-degree days Philly sees from June to September.
Charles was walking across the grassy square on campus when a fellow student walking toward him tripped on an exposed tree root. She didn’t fall, but she dropped her books. She went down on one knee to retrieve them. Charles stood over her and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m a bit of a klutz.”
As he listened to the raven-haired young woman, he couldn’t help but take in the view. Her top had fallen forward, and he could see her breasts. She had big round tanned orbs encased in a pretty lace bra.
She looked up at him, noticed where his eyes were focused, and demurely raised an arm to cover her chest.
“Oh, God! How rude of me,” he said sincerely. “I apologize for looking down your shirt. My name is Charles Young. Can I make it up to you by buying you a coffee or some herbal tea? Please give me a chance to redeem myself.”
The round-faced woman squinted and looked him in the eyes as she said, “I don’t know. My mother told me to watch out for handsome college guys who want to take advantage of me. How can I be sure that you didn’t put that root in my path… that you didn’t plan this whole encounter as a way to see my boobs?” She tilted her head and studied his face.
Charles was gobsmacked. Her accusation, though ridiculous, stunned him. He babbled and stammered, at a loss for words.
The young woman lowered her arm, putting her assets on display. Her stern poker face broke into a big grin, and she said, “I’m just playing with you. My name is Cecelia Rogers, and I rarely say no when a man offers to buy me a drink.”
She gave him a wink with a twinkling brown eye and said, “Who’s to say I didn’t set you up? I flashed my boobs to grab your attention, hoping for a chance to dazzle you with my sparkling personality.”
Charles smiled and said, “I like you.”
They went to the school cafeteria, got a coffee, and talked.
She learned that Charley was twenty-one, a junior majoring in pre-med, and a nice guy. He discovered that the pretty, dark-haired woman was a freshman who lived in a sorority house. She hadn’t declared a major but was leaning toward becoming a nurse and was fun to be with. He immediately asked her out; she accepted.
On their first date, Cece let him eat her pussy. On the second date, they did sixty-nine. On their third date, they had enthusiastic sex. She was so loud that her sorority sisters began calling her ‘The Screamer’.
Cece and Charles were a couple for that semester and the next. He loved her, and she cared deeply for him.
At the end of Cece’s freshman year, after another bout of great, hot, sweaty sex, they lay in each other’s arms. Cecelia said, “I have to break up with you.”
“What? Why? Oh, you’re kidding, right?”
She sat, naked, cross-legged on the bed. Charles stared at her gorgeous, sexy body. She had full, round breasts that defied gravity by barely sagging. Her neatly trimmed black bush was speckled with clumps of his sperm. His semen had dribbled out of her vagina and clung to her curly hairs.
“Charley? Look at me, not my boobs. I’m serious.”
He looked at her face, saw tears running down her cheeks, and asked, “Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m breaking up with you, and it has nothing to do with anything you’ve done or said. You’ve been the perfect boyfriend. You’re the only guy who’s made me come. The only man I’ve slept with.”
She saw the shocked look on his face and said, “I was a virgin when I met you. I was too embarrassed to tell you. You were great, by the way. Very gentle.”
“I love you. If I’ve been good to you, why do you want to break up?”
“Because I’m young, and you’re my first real boyfriend… my first sexual partner.”
She looked at him earnestly and said, “I’m afraid if we stay together or get married, that someday I’d ask myself if there could have been someone else I might have loved more? I’d wonder what would it be like to have sex with another guy. I need to know the answers to these questions so that when I commit to someone, it’s a promise I can keep.”
^^^1978^^^
In the Fall of 1978, Charles was in his second year of med school at the same university where he got his undergraduate degree.
He worked three evenings a week at the campus health clinic to gain experience interviewing and diagnosing patients. He mainly dealt with minor issues like scrapes, sprains, colds, or the flu.
If the patient had a life-threatening matter, he’d send them to the nearby teaching hospital emergency room. For non-emergency issues that required a physician, he told them to return when a doctor was present.
Charles walked into the exam room after reviewing the patient’s chart. He said, “Hello, Miss Fitzpatrick. My name is Charles Young. I’m a second-year med student. What’s the problem?”
A college freshman with long, dark, wavy, brown hair, hazel eyes, and a cute, round face leaned on the exam table. She said, “Please call me Emily. I sprained my ankle yesterday playing an intramural soccer game. A trainer wrapped it in an elastic bandage and told me to take it easy for a couple of days. I’ve developed a lump on my ankle. Is it something I should worry about?”
“Can you show it to me?”
“Sure.”
The young woman had on a blue halter top, white chino shorts, and slip-on shoes. There was an elastic bandage around her right ankle. She leaned over and began unraveling the wrap.
Her top fell forward and gave Charles a wonderful downblouse view of a lovely pair of tits: large, tan ones, with hard, pointy, pink nipples. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, he saw everything and gasped, “Oh.”
She heard him, looked up, caught him ogling her breasts, and said, “Oops.”
She stood, ending the show.
“I’m sorry for staring.”
“When I bent over and put my boobs in your face, you didn’t have much of a choice,” Emily said and giggled.
Charles smiled and said, “You have a lovely giggle, rich and infectious. I’m sure my face is red. I’m embarrassed for my unprofessional behavior, but your giggle is so melodious and gleeful, I can’t help but smile. Do you accept my apology?”
“Yes. I feel I’m more to blame than you. I forgot myself. Thank you for the compliment on my giggle. It is one of my better features. You’ve seen the other two.”
Charles guffawed. She laughed heartily.
With the awkwardness of the incident behind them, Charles said, “Please sit on the exam table. Allow me to remove the bandage, and I’ll examine your ankle.”
She perched herself on the table. Charles took off the wrap and looked at her foot and ankle. He said, “The discoloration is normal.”
“Even though my foot is an ugly yellow, brownish color?”
“Yes. A sprain is an injury to a ligament. Blood flows to the area to heal it. Gravity causes some to migrate to your foot, and you get this ghastly technicolor effect.”
His cool smooth fingers touched her ankle as he said, “Is this the lump that worries you?”
“Yes.”
He lightly pressed it. “Lumps can have many causes. This appears to be a hematoma, a localized collection of blood in the tissue. It is quite common with ankle sprains and fractures. If it gets bigger, hurts, or doesn’t go away in 4-5 days, come back and see me or whoever is on duty.”
“Thanks. That’s reassuring.” She fluttered her eyelashes shamelessly and purred, “So if I wanted to see you again. When should I come back?”
“I’m here in the evenings Monday, Tuesdays, and Thursday,” he responded mechanically. He realized she was flirting with him and caressed her calf, smiled, and said, “My shift is over now. How’s your hydration? I’m headed to the Night Owl bar. I’d be glad to buy you a beer.”
“You’re in luck. I come from a long line of heavy drinkers, and we rarely say no when a man offers to buy us a drink.”
They had a few drinks and ended up at his place. She was quickly naked with only three garments to remove. Charles stripped. They both gazed at and appraised the other’s fit body.
“You’re gorgeous!” Charles said.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.”
They embraced, moved to the bed, and made out like high school teenagers, which wasn’t a stretch for Emily since she was nineteen, and last year she was in high school.
She slid out of his grasp, knelt on the bed, and sucked his dick. When his tool was thoroughly wet, she stroked him vigorously while licking the spongy crown of his cock like a lollipop.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and said, “Whoa! Slow down.”
She stopped, looked up at him, and said, “Let’s get the first one out of the way, so you last a long time when we fuck.”
He chuckled and said, “Emily, I’m not a fast-firing, pimply-face high school kid. I’m twenty-five. I’ll last as long as you need. Women come first in my bed.”
“Oh. I like the sound of that.”
He pulled her to him, and they kissed. He took his time gently exploring and stimulating her breasts before moving on and eating her pussy.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she shouted as she grabbed his head and pushed it into her crotch. She ground her clit against his face, orgasmed, and shouted, “Oh! Godddd!”
Charles pulled his face out of her furry patch. He lay behind her and spooned her trembling body as fire raced through her veins.
She turned to him, sheepishly smiled, and said, “Sorry for riding your face so hard. I felt a big orgasm building and didn’t want to miss it. My high school boyfriends had a habit of climaxing and leaving me frustrated.”
They shared a laugh. Charles said, “You’re in the big leagues now. I promise never to leave you hanging.” They kissed. He pressed his erection against her butt. She got the message, grabbed his cock, and slipped it inside her.
He fucked her. Slowly. Teasing her. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear, and dragged the head of his thick cock over her G-spot until she gasped, spasmed, and came on his experienced cock. Only then did he fill her vagina with his hot, sticky cum.
They became an item after that night. Charles’s busy schedule limited how often they could see each other. When they were together, they made the most of it, and the sex was always great.
One night when they were naked and in bed, and Emily had sucked his dick, Charles straddled her torso, put his cock between her boobs, and said, “I want a titty fuck.”
“Okay,” Emily said, and she pushed her breasts together as he slid his penis in between them.
“Oh, I like this,” Charles said.
She let loose one of her delightful giggles and said, “If you like doing my boobs, you have to meet my mother. Her breasts are twice my size. You’d love fucking her melons.”
“Sounds great. Can you set it up?” he asked in a teasing manner.
“Oh, you’re terrible!”
“You brought it up.”
They shared a laugh as Charles continued to fuck her fine breasts. His breathing became audible. He asked, “Can I cum on your tits?”
“Yes, but not my face.”
“Okay.” He resumed sliding his wet cock in between her soft boobs.
“Ahh!” he cried out. Sperm shot out his penis, landed on her face and in her eye.
“Ahhh! It’s in my eye! You bastard!” She scrambled out from under him. His dick kept firing, and his cum landed on her breasts, her back, and in her hair. She was pissed for days and only forgave him after he ate her to a fantastic orgasm.
^^^
It was a rainy, Saturday, and a rare day because Charles’s and Emily’s schedules meshed. They were able to spend the whole day together. They went out for lunch, drank mojitos, and ate kebabs.
They returned to Charles’s room. Emily did a striptease and danced naked and provocatively for her man. She got the result she wanted. Charles stripped, pinned her against the plate glass window, and fucked her from behind as three stories down clueless people walked by on the sidewalk.
After their bout of exhibitionism, they fell onto the bed. Charles spooned her, and they napped.
Forty minutes later, Emily woke, smiled, and snuggled up against her boyfriend. His dick, now erect, was in her butt cheeks. She playfully moved her ass to masturbate him.
She raised her leg and fidgeted, experimenting to see if she could get his dick lined up and make it go into her pussy without using her hand. The tip of his dick fell against her anus. Her movements didn’t reposition it but caused it to press against her asshole.
“Mmmm. Interesting,” she opined. She did it repeatedly, groaning each time. She woke Charles. He felt her pressing into him, so he thrust forward gently.
“Oh,” she cried.
“Do you like that?” He asked, and he poked her butt.
“Yes, and it surprises me.”
He prodded her again and asked, “Ever had anal sex?”
“No. I’ve had partners touch my butthole. A couple of them even stuck an unsolicited fingertip in my butt. I objected and chastised them. I have friends who’ve had anal sex. Some hated it. Some loved it. You?”
“I’ve done it a few times and enjoyed it,” he said. “I have some lubricant if you want to try it.”
“Okay. We stop if it hurts.”
“Absolutely. You’re in charge. We can stop at any time. FYI, if it hurts, it’s the guy’s fault.”
“Thanks. I’m curious. I’d like to give it a try, but I’ve never been with a guy I trust enough. Let’s do it,” she said and then giggled.
She went to the bathroom while Charles got the lubricant, a condom, and a towel to spread on the bed. They sat on the bed. He talked to her calmly and explained the process.
“To sum up, I need you relaxed, feeling safe, and you have to communicate constantly with me,” Charles said as he slipped the condom on. “Tell me everything. Your concerns, fears, if you feel uncomfortable or feel pain.”
“Okay,” she said and released a deep breath. “I’m excited and scared, but I like the idea of you eating me to an orgasm before your dick gets anywhere near my butt. My heart’s fluttering. Kiss me.”
He embraced her and kissed her tenderly. They lay on the bed. He was gentle and thorough as he prepared her. His conscientious
foreplay included an anal component. He touched, rubbed, and gently penetrated her bum with a lubed finger as he kissed her and engaged in breast play.
She moaned approvingly, and her pussy grew wet as he stimulated her. Charles got out the lube, wet his fingers, and worked more on her anus, loosening, stretching, and opening it up. He re-lubed his hand and gave her oral sex as he worked on her butthole with one, then two fingers. He didn’t stop until she cried out.
“Oh. Oh. Oh! Ohhh!”
Her body spasmed, jack-knifed, and she rolled over on her side. Charles took advantage of her orgasmic state and shoved a third finger in her ass. He left them in her as she enjoyed her state of bliss.
When she recovered and opened her eyes, Charles removed his fingers and asked, “How do you feel?”
“Great. That was a wonderful orgasm. It was awkward, at first, when you were touching my butt and weird when you put your finger inside me. Then, it got interesting. It felt nice to have your tongue in one hole and your fingers in another. I’m ready to do it.”
“Okay. Get up on your hands and knees.”
She giggled, scrambled into position, and said playfully, “Lube me up and do me!”
Charles poured the lube on her butt, worked it into her asshole, coated his cock, and asked, “Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Okay, here goes.” He pushed his hips forward, he met some resistance, and then the tip of his dick slipped in her.
“Oh. Ah. Ah. Ah.”
He stopped and asked, “Does it hurt?”
“No, but it feels weird. I’m scared. Let me take a breath.”
Charles waited as she exhaled slowly, watched her body relax, and then pushed more of his dick into her. She didn’t speak, flinch, or squeal, so he kept at it until all of his cock was inside her. He withdrew partially and re-entered her. He kept his movements slow and cautious as he lengthened his strokes.
“Oh! I feel full. It feels like you’re going in very deep. This is intense. I’m enjoying it, but not just because it feels good. The taboo factor of being a dirty girl doing this dirty, nasty deed is a real turn-on.”
Charles paused and said, “I prefer vaginal sex. It’s easier, no prep, no worrying about hurting my partner, and I can pound you. However, it sure is hot seeing my dick in your ass, and I feel like The Man and you’re surrendering, submitting to me.”
“Are we’re done?”
“No fucking way! I’m coming in your ass, and you’re going to quake and come harder than you normally do.”
He leaned over, put his hand on her clit, and frigged her as he fucked her ass with gusto.
“Oh. Oh!”
He kept up his assault. She was overwhelmed with the stimulation. She cooed, moaned, pushed her ass into Charles, and finally, the dam broke. She screamed as she orgasmed.
“Oh! Fuck!”
Charles’ climax was right behind her. “Oh, oh, oh!” He collapsed on top of Emily. She teetered over, and the two of them fell on their sides. His condom-covered penis slipped out of her.
^^^
Charles’s medical studies intensified, and he had very little time to spend with Emily. When they managed to get together at Charles’ place after a three-week hiatus, Emily said, “I like you a lot. We always have a great time when we’re together. The problem is your schedule doesn’t allow us to be together often enough.”
“I wish I could see you every day.”
“I know, and I’d never ask you to forgo becoming a doctor. That’s your dream. I’m nineteen, and I want to have fun. In a few years, I’ll be married and have kids. Now is the time for me to kick up my heels. We’re aren’t in sync. I’m sorry; I have to break up with you.”
“I understand.”
“One for the road?” Emily asked.
“One what?”
Emily smiled and said, “Sex! We’ve always been great in bed.”
She kissed him. Their clothes fell off, and they had sex. There was an urgency to their actions. A desire to please the other. They wanted to give their lover a fond farewell and to have a beautiful memory of someone who meant a great deal to them.
Charles thumbed Emily’s stiff nipples, hefted her boobs, suckled, and tweaked her nipples, making her groan and sigh. She crawled away and lavished attention on his cock, sucked his balls, and deep-throated him.
“Oh. Wow!,” he exclaimed as he lay still and let her please him. She took a break because she was getting light-headed. He gently rolled her over and dove between her thighs. He ate her pussy and was rewarded with her freely flowing, sweet, tangy nectar that he slurped up.
They fucked, moving smoothly and seamlessly as if choreographed from one position to the other. He guided her on top of him and said, “Let’s finish with you on top. You come hard that way. I want to see your face as you climax, and I want to be treated to a great view of your breasts. After all, they are responsible for us getting together.”
She giggled, got on top of him, and impaled herself on his thick cock. She said, “That’s true. If I hadn’t flashed you, we’d never have dated and had five great months together.”
Her eyes welled up, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, plastered a forced smile on her face, and said, “I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry.”
He handed her a tissue. She used it to dab her eyes and blow her nose. She tossed the soiled tissue onto the nightstand. She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, grabbed his cock, and got his attention.
“We will not be maudlin,” she said and took his hands and placed them on her breasts. “Play with these while I ride your stiff thick cock.”
She closed her eyes and brought them one last, bittersweet orgasm.
^^^^ Fall of 1980^^
“Hey! You stepped on my jumpsuit,” the young woman shouted, but it was too late. The runner who committed the offense was gone.
It was also too late to stop her wardrobe malfunction. The runner stepped on a cuff of her strapless, lime green jumpsuit pinning it to the ground as the college student stepped forward, causing her breasts to pop out.
Charles saw her plump, bell-shaped tits.
He would have noticed her anyway. No one could miss a pretty woman with vibrant green hair.
Her big, beautiful brown eyes dominated a round, attractive face. He smiled at her as he ogled her bare breasts.
The woman smiled back in a chagrined manner as she tugged on her jumpsuit and tucked her boobs inside. She said, “My first day at college, and I’m already flashing people. Please tell me you’re not teaching Intro to English Literature.”
“No. I’m not a professor or teaching assistant. I’m a first-year resident at the hospital. My name’s Charles Young. and you are…?”
She stuck out her hand and said, “My name is Grace Rivera.”
He shook her hand and said, “Grace, remember it’s not how you start that counts, but how you finish. I’ve been embarrassed many times. I find that alcohol is the best cure. Can I buy you a beer?”
“But I’m only eighteen,” she explained.
Charles smoothly stepped beside her, intertwined his arm with hers, and said, “You’re in a college town where such technicalities are overlooked. Bars need to make money; college students need to let off steam and have fun. Accommodations are made, especially for pretty women.”
He led her to a raucous bar where they talked, drank, and flirted. They ended up at his place, where her mouth quickly found his cock.
“Oh, you’re good at that,” he said. She was kneeling on the floor, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes.
He smiled and said, “There’s only one thing that could make this blowjob better.” He bent over, pushed her top down to expose her ample breasts. “There.”
She chuckled and resumed giving him great head.
“Oh! That was wonderful,” Charles said. “Now it’s my turn.”
He stood her up and took off her outfit. The short, slim woman stood there in her ultra-high cut panties. He gave her a well-deserved wolf whistle as he undressed. When he was completely naked, he told her to remove her panties.
He scooped the naked woman off her feet and said, “You’re a little thing, aren’t you?”
He dropped the petite woman on the bed. She bounced and laughed. He sat beside her and, after lavishing kisses on her, he brought his head to her chest and said, “These are extraordinary.”
He gave her breasts the attention they deserved before going south and making her scream.
“Oh, yeah!”
He licked her crotch from stem to stern.
His tongue explored her flaps and crevices before settling on her clit. He attacked her button with crisscrossing strokes of his tongue.
“Oh, yes! Oh! Oh!” she cried out as she climaxed. Her thighs flexed and trapped his head in a vise-like grip. She sighed, released him, and said, “God! It’s great to be with an older, experienced man!”
After a bathroom break and a shot of Jim Beam, Grace was ready for round two. The little woman knew what she wanted. They fucked in a couple of positions to get revved up, and then she got on her hands and knees.
“Fuck me doggie style. I like it hard, fast, and deep.”
Charles pounded her, and she came a second time screaming louder than before. He filled the sexy nymph’s pussy with his cum.
^^^
Grace and Charles had a casual, non-exclusive sexual relationship. She was a free spirit and had no problem with his long hours. They’d hook up when their schedules allowed. She thought nothing about stopping by his place at two or three in the morning after drinking with friends and fucking him.
She loved it when the big man railed her slim frame. She enjoyed sucking his cock and swallowed every time. She was a pleasure whore who would walk in, strip, and demand that he eat her pussy. She’d fuck or suck him in return, leave, and not be gone for days or weeks.
^^^
Grace knelt beside Charles and dangled her heavy breasts over him. Her hair, recently dyed pink, fell in his face as she shook her heavy boobs against his cheeks. Charles reached up with his mouth, trying to suck on her pointed nipples.
She said, “Charley, I need a favor.”
“Anything, he answered as he groped and sucked on her tits.
“I know you have the day off, which is rare, and we planned to go out after we finished fucking, but I need you to go to a party with me.”
“No problem. I’m up for a party.”
She dragged her breasts across his face and said, “This isn’t a beer fest. It’s a family thing. Dinner at my mom’s with my sisters.”
She sat on her heels and said, “I’m the youngest of three. They all think of me as flighty because of how I act and because I like to dye my hair crazy colors. They treat me like a child and don’t take me seriously. I’m going to wash the pink out of my hair, wear a bra and a nice dress, and show them I’m a responsible adult. I want you, Dr. Young, on my arm wearing a suit and tie when I introduce you as my boyfriend.”
“Am I your boyfriend?”
“I know we aren’t exclusive. Will you do me this favor? It’d mean the world to me, and I’m sure it would get my family to look at me in a new light. As an equal. As an adult. I’d be forever grateful.”
“Okay.”
“Yippee!” She stood and jumped up and down. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bed towards the bathroom. “Let’s take a shower, and we can fuck after I wash this dye out of my hair.”
They undressed. As Charles stepped out of his underwear, he asked, “What color is your hair? I’ve seen it green, blue, red, and purple.”
“Brown. A shade lighter than my pubes,” she responded.
They got into the shower. She squealed and giggled when he groped her breasts and pressed his erection against her little ass. She pried his hands off her magnificent breasts and said, “Wash me first. Then you can fuck me. Start with a shampoo.”
Charles washed the artificial color out of her hair and scrubbed the little nymph and himself. He spun her, so she faced him and lifted her. Grace smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They kissed hungrily.
Grace reached down, guided his hard dick to her opening, and Charles thrust forcefully into her.
“Oh!” they both cried.
Charles pinned his girl against the shower tiles and fucked her savagely just the way she liked it. They cried out, announcing their orgasms, and slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor of the shower. The shower spray pelted them; they didn’t appear to notice.
^^^
“Oh. We’re late,” Grace whined as she and Charles got out of his car. She rushed to the front porch with Charles behind her. She pulled the screen door open and said, “Shit! I forgot my purse.”
She let go of the screen door and returned to the car. The door slammed shut. While Charles waited for Grace, the wooden front door swung open. Grace’s mother and two sisters peered out and screeched in unison, “Charles?”
“What are you doing here?” Betsy asked. Grace’s mother and sisters looked at him with big eyes and shocked looks on their faces.
Grace joined Charles, smiled, and said, “Hi, Mom. Hi, Cecelia. Hi, Emily.”
The three women in the house stared at the well-dressed couple. They appeared nervous, uneasy, and shell-shocked. Charles knew why. He had the same expression on his face because he was surprised to see three women who he’d had sex with and learn that they were related.
The smile faded from Grace’s face as she processed what she saw and heard. “Do you guys already know Charles? How?”
“Ah. Ah. Ah,” her daughters stammered.
Charles opened the screen door and said, “Mrs. Summers, it is so nice to see you again.” He turned to Grace and said, “I met your mother when I worked at the church’s nursing home before going to college.”
He looked at her sisters and said, “Cecelia and Emily, lovely to see you too. I met them at college. I didn’t know you were related. Everyone has a different last name.”
“That’s my fault,” Betsy said. “When you met me I was using my maiden name. I’ve been married and divorced four times, and each of my girls has a different father and a different last name. Come in.”
Grace and Charles entered the small house. Her mother stepped forward and said, “Grace, you look lovely.” She gave her daughter a warm embrace and said, “So you’re dating Charles? Splendid.”
“Yes,” Grace said proudly.
Emily giggled nervously and said, “Charles and I dated also.”
“Me too,” Cece said.
“Small world!” Betsy proclaimed and smiled awkwardly. “Drink anyone?”
“I need one,” Cece said.
“Make mine a double,” Emily said.
They all got a drink and sat in the family room. The quiet was deafening.
“Charles, tell me more about how you know my family,” Grace requested.
“As I mentioned, I met your mother at the nursing home when I returned to the states from China. She mentioned she had three children and called them Sissy, Boo, and Mouse.”
Grace laughed and said, “Ha! It’s been a while since we’ve gone by those names. I’m Mouse.”
“I see the family resemblance. You all have different color hair, but you have similar eyes, round faces, and…” He paused as his face turned red.
“Were you going to say big boobs?” Emily asked. “They do run in the family.”
“Dinner is ready,” Betsy announced.
They sat, ate, and drank red wine. At first, the conversation was sparse and stilted. As they consumed more wine, the talking increased. The atmosphere got tense when Grace asked her date how long he’d dated her sisters and how close they were. Charles hedged his answers.
When dinner was over, Betsy said, “Charles, would you help me clear the table?”
“Sure.”
When they were alone in the kitchen, Betsy’s motherly concern boiled over, and she yelled, “Have you slept with all my daughters?”
“Yes.”
Betsy was drunk and enraged. She shouted, “Unbelievable! You fucked me and my girls?”
“Not on purpose. I didn’t set out to. I didn’t know they were your children or that they were sisters.”
Everyone in the house heard them shouting and came into the kitchen. Charles faced them and said, “Please believe me. This wasn’t some scheme on my part to screw a mother and her three daughters. As I’ve said, I didn’t know you were related. I met each of you, liked you, and we dated. I cared deeply for each of you.”
He looked at them. The daughters were crowded around their mother.
“I think I treated you all well and that our relationships ended amicably after running their courses.”
He was sweating as he said, ” Betsy, you and I had a summer fling.”
He turned to the daughters and said, “Cecelia, you broke up with me to explore life. Emily, our schedules, dreams, and plans conspired against us. And Grace, wouldn’t it be fair to describe our relationship as casual and non-monogamous?”
“Girls, he was respectful to me,” Betsy said. “It sounds like he was good to all of us. Is that right?” Betsy asked.
Her daughters nodded.
“Sorry I blew my top, Charles,” Betsy said. She looked at her daughters and said. “I thought that maybe he hurt or took advantage of you.”
“Cece, Emily,” Grace said. “It’s weird that we’ve all had sex with the same guy. I have no regrets about being with Charles. He’s a great guy. I brought him here tonight to show off that I have a doctor for a boyfriend, but that isn’t true. We’re friends who occasionally sleep together. If one of you has or thinks you could have a deeper connection, I’m willing to step aside.”
Emily and Cecelia looked at one another.
Emily spoke first, “Charles and I had fun, but we were never serious. I’m in love with my current boyfriend.”
Cece went to Charles and looked at him deeply. “I regret breaking up with you. I was young and foolish. I haven’t met anyone who compares to you.”
Charles put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, “I loved you. I let you go because I understood you couldn’t commit. You weren’t ready.”
Tears streamed down Cece’s face as she said, “I’m ready. Will you give me…us another chance?”
“Yes.”
The End