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Addicted To Charlie by J.S. Morbius
Synopsis
Karl, a single man, meets and begins to date Charlie, a pre-op transsexual woman. Never having been gay in his life Karl journeys through confusion and lust, experiencing the delights of transsexual sex along the way, before realizing that Charlie is the perfect woman for him.
Chapter One
Charlotte,
or Charlie as I called her, was the best thing that had ever happened
to me. We met one night while I was out clubbing, getting over my
third divorce, and we have been inseparable ever since. She was
everything I wanted in a woman. When we first met she had been
slightly overweight, nothing too drastic, but she had insisted on
slimming down for me even though I didn't mind what she looked like.
After all, my previous wives had all been – how should I say –
curvaceous?
Her
body was absolutely perfect. She was five feet, seven inches tall,
had an incredible thirty-six C chest and an all-over tan. She had
gorgeous brunette hair that draped around her shoulders, finishing
halfway down her back. Her teeth sparkled when she smiled as she had
never smoked or had any work done on them. Her eyes were a gorgeous
green that always seemed to catch the light. Oh, and I nearly forgot
to mention that between her legs, where she should have had a neatly
trimmed pussy, she had a magnificent eight inch cock. You see my
Charlie was a transsexual, and if anybody had ever said I would have
ended up in this kind of relationship I would have laughed.
I
never set out to end up in a relationship with a transsexual. I
didn't even know she was one until we had been dating for a couple of
weeks, as the most we had done was kiss. It was her that insisted on
sitting me down and telling me, totally out of the blue one night
when we had gone out for dinner. If I am going to be honest – and
that would be the best way to be – I very nearly walked out of the
restaurant there and then. Let me explain how it all came about.
For
no other reason than I felt like it, I secretly booked a table at the
restaurant. We had been getting on so well that I felt that maybe,
instead of pubs and clubs, a nice quiet meal would make something of
a nice change. As we sat eating I could sense that something was not
quite right.
Normally
Charlie was a bright and bubbly person, always laughing and joking,
yet tonight she just sat quietly. She wasn't even eating her meal as
she normally had when we were at either of our homes. She just picked
and nibbled, not really making any attempt to actually finish her
food. Eventually she put her cutlery down and pushed her plate away,
looking at me almost apologetically.
"Is
everything alright darling?" I asked her, slightly worried.
"Yes,
the food's fine but I need to tell you something Karl." Charlie
replied.
"That
sounds ominous." I responded.
"It
is something big and I don't know how you will react." Was all
she said quietly, almost nervously.
"Come
on darling, nothing can be that bad, just tell me."
"Just
promise you won't get angry and start screaming and shouting please."
She said fearfully, her voice a barely audible whisper.
"You
are married aren't you?" I asked nervously, unsure what her
reply would be.
"Please
Karl, just promise." She pleaded.
"Okay,
I promise baby."
Charlie
sat there showing no emotion as she started to explain about her
secret, but the more she spoke the more her eyes filled with tears. I
too started to get a lump in my throat as she explained how, all her
life, she had been ridiculed for being different. She told me all
about the bullying she went through at school when – as a male –
she felt so out of place having to change with the other boys. The
things she told me no animal – let alone human being – should
ever have to go through. The name calling, physical assaults and –
on one occasion – being very nearly sexually assaulted.
Charlie
told me that she had never felt the way she did about me with anyone
else. Yes, she admitted, she had slept with men and even women
before, but that was just sex. She told me she had even gone through
a stage where she was selling her body to all different sorts of
people just to get the money for the operation she so desperately
craved, not even caring about the dangers. Charlie admitted that she
would have done anything just to feel like a complete woman. I sat
and listened intently and never said a word until she finally ended
with the words that every man loves to hear, six little words that
mean so much.
"I
am in love with you."
It
was then that the tears began to flow freely.
Moving
my chair next to hers I put my arm around her shoulders, kissed her
head, and before I knew it I had said the exact same words to her.
Never again did I think I would utter that phrase. Not after
everything I’d been through, and, especially not to someone who
–for all intent and purposes – was legally a man. As my Charlie
sat and cried her eyes out, I realized that I had meant every single
one of those six little words and I wasn't just saying what she
wanted to hear. Even after all the trauma of my divorces, and the
countless promises I had made to myself about getting involved, I
hadn't been able to stop myself falling for her in a big way.
So
there we sat, man and transsexual, both of us with tears flowing
freely. One of us crying through fear and trepidation, the other one
shedding tears of happiness.
"None
of that matters darling. It is okay." I found myself saying.
"But,
I thought you would go mad or at least storm out." Charlie said
tearfully.
"Maybe,
if I hadn't fallen for you, I would have."
"Do
you really mean that Karl?" She asked.
"Surprisingly,
even after what you have told me, yes." I answered, kissing her
head again.
"Karl
thank you for being so understanding about this."
"Come
on darling, let me take you home."
I
paid for our food, helped Charlie with her coat and we both walked
out of the restaurant into the warm summer night. We walked along the
street arm in arm, Charlie letting her head rest on my shoulder,
neither of us speaking. I know I had so much to say but I just wasn't
sure how to. I understood why she had held back from telling me, she
was scared, but now we had other problems to face. As I already
mentioned I had never thought of having a same-sex relationship, yet
here I was madly in love and I knew that at some point the issue of
sex would come up.
I
had thought about making love to her on more than one occasion and
had even masturbated at the thought of her gorgeous lips wrapped
around my cock, sucking me until I ejaculated all over her perfect
tits. I supposed that was still a possibility, but other dreams I had
would never be able to happen, not with my Charlie. One thing that I
had always enjoyed was licking and kissing a woman's pussy, the sweet
smell of her sexual arousal filling my nostrils as I flicked at her
clitoris with my tongue, her juices flowing onto my tongue.
Would
I be able to live my life never tasting a woman's sweet pussy again?
Then, what if she also wanted oral sex? It would mean masturbating
and stroking her cock, and the only cock I had ever touched was my
own, and then letting her slide it between my lips. Could I see
myself sucking on a cock, running my tongue up and down the full
length, making her cum? Then there was the actual intercourse.
Sliding my hard cock deep into a woman's well lubricated pussy,
pounding away, feeling my cum rise to the tip of my cock before
ejaculating all over her stomach was a feeling that made sex
complete. These were things that could never happen again, not while
I was with my Charlie.
We
carried on along the street, looking like any of the other couples
walking arm in arm, no one knowing the truth. I was so proud to have
this woman, my Charlie, on my arm. As far as I was concerned she was
a million times better looking than any of the other women; to me she
was perfect. So what if she had a cock, I really didn't care at all.
The
thoughts of sex with her, despite her physical differences, had
actually caused me a slight stiffening in my trousers. Then I had
another thought about sex with Charlie. I knew that the only way we
could make love, with penetration, would be anally, and I had only
ever tried that once and failed abysmally. Another thing I realized
was that no one had ever even touched my ass, but I assumed that
Charlie would want to reciprocate the act. Would I be able to let her
push even a finger, let alone her cock, into my ass?
Charlie
suddenly stopped and stepped in front of me. She threw her arms
around my neck and looked into my eyes. The tears had made her makeup
run yet she still looked like a million dollars to me. She carried on
staring and I am sure she was trying to read my mind because she
suddenly spoke.
"Karl,
you know when we get home do you think we could make love?"
"I
would love to darling but I will be honest, I am apprehensive."
"Why
are you feeling like that babe?"
"Because
although I would love nothing more than to make love to you, I am
wary of your cock."
"Don't
worry babe. I understand that this is new to you and we shall take it
slow." Charlie reassured me.
"Then
I am sure everything will be fine darling." I said a lot
happier, before kissing her full on the lips.
After
all the revelations of the night we continued our walk back to
Charlie's. The walk back took a good thirty minutes and during that
time I had plenty of time to think. My mind was racing with a mixture
of fear and excitement. I was fearful that when it came to it and
Charlie was standing before me naked – her gorgeous feminine figure
and erect cock standing proudly waiting – that it would be too much
for me and I wouldn't be able to go through with the act. Yet the
excitement of actually being able to seal my love for this beautiful
woman, and doing something different sexually, was actually
outweighing the fear. I would soon find out the truth.
©JSMorbius
