Tim and Charlene

Stripped For Florida: Tim and Charlene

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Tim and Charlene

by Willie B Florida, all rights reserved © 2013
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Tim sat at the table unable to believe his eyes. His body was naked, his penis painfully erect and his entire body at the fever pitch of arousal. He closed his eyes in an attempt to get some control of himself. After all, he was having dinner at the home of his new next door neighbors.

He remembered back to the day his parents sat him down for the "Florida talk." They were sitting in the kitchen in their home in Lima, Ohio. The only home Tim had ever known. Lima is one of those small midwestern places that hark back to the mythical day of small town America -- the image of picket fences and paper routes and safe streets that most people think of as pure fiction. Tim's father was a sales rep for a small printing company and had done reasonably well for himself. Last week his dad had come home from work early and disappeared into the den for a long conversation with Tim's mother. Tim had heard the low urgency in their voices, but couldn't make out enough from all the mumbles through the wall to know what they were discussing. He soon found out.

"Tim," his mother had begun, after sitting down with him in the kitchen, "some big changes are happening for our family. We wanted to sit down and let you know what is happening."

"Okay." Tim nodded, worry tightening a knot in his stomach.

"We don't want you to be anxious," his father added, in a soothing voice. "It starts with bad news, but there are also some exciting new opportunities for all of us."

Tim waited for whatever it was.

"The printing company dad works for is being bought out by a larger firm," explained his mom. "The new company is in Chicago and they don't need the sales reps here in Lima. Rather than move to Chicago, dad found a better position in Florida!"

"He's leaving to work there?" Tim asked.

"We're all moving to Florida!" pronounced his dad.

"Wow, we're going to live in Florida!?" exclaimed Tim.

"That's right!" confirmed his mom. "Doesn't that sound exciting?"

It did sound exciting. Tim couldn't imagine leaving the home, school, playgrounds, fields and friends he'd known all his life. On the other hand, he was 14, restless and ready for adventure. He wasn't too sure what Florida was like but it must have beaches, palm trees, surf, alligators -- stuff like that. Anyway, it was exotic, new and not Ohio! "Yeah! That's cool, actually."

"There are a few things about Florida that are really different," his dad went on, "especially for kids."

"Umm, okay . . . "

"But we want you to fit in and not be different from everyone else. We want you to be able to make friends and have a good time."

That's how Tim ended up living in Ormond Beach where his dad worked as a printing representative for DBI, a large printing and distribution company. Like the other kids in town he was stripped completely naked and stayed that way. Like the other boys in town he was on a daily regime of pills that kept his dick hard and erect. He wasn't sure about the other boys, but he had a serious crush on Charlene, the girl who lived next door to their new home.

He'd been invited over for dinner and now sat naked at the table along with Charlene, her parents and brother. Charlene had brown hair, delicate features and skin tanned brown from years of living along Florida's coastline. There wasn't a tan line on her 14-year old body. And why should there be? She never wore clothes. Her brother was just turned 18, tall, lanky and strikingly blonde. His hair was bleached nearly white from sun and his bronzed body glowed, even indoors at the dinner table. He too was nude and like Tim sported a fully erect penis.

Tim had had a hard time concentrating on small talk and the niceties of asking for more potatoes. He tried to concentrate on his plate and the food, but Charlene's parents kept asking questions and trying to engage him in conversation. But now he couldn't believe his eyes and nearly lost a load of sperm! Charlene's father had just taken a long smooth object from a shelf next to the table, flicked a tiny switch that set the thing humming and reached over to his daughter who was sitting next to him.

"Open up honey," he urged.

Charlene opened her legs and her father slid the vibrator all the way up into her body.

Tim squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths. When he opened them the family was still busy eating. Charlene was eating, too, although Tim noticed that she hesitated before taking bites and that her breathing was getting irregular. Charlene gave him a shy smile. Tim did his best to keep eating. Charlene finally leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and sat there breathing in short, deep gasps. Tim stared at her mesmerized.

Her father reached over and touched the girl lightly on her upper leg and then reached between her legs. He must have put his fingers up inside her because he pulled out the vibrator and placed it on the shelf again.

"Charlene, you and Tim can move to the living room couch if you like," suggested her mother.

Tim looked from Charlene's mother to Charlene.

"Okay," replied Charlene, standing up from the table. "Want to come, Tim?" she asked.

More than anything, thought Tim, feeling the ache in his bulging penis. He got up self consciously, waiting for her dad or mom to come to their senses and stop him. But they smiled in a friendly sort of way and Tim padded after Charlene on his bare feet. The living room was separated from the kitchen by a wide open archway. The couch faced away from the table where everyone sat eating, but it wasn't exactly a private space.

Charlene sat down and patted the couch next to her to indicate that Tim should sit down next to her. As soon as he did she grasped his dick with her right hand and leaned in to whisper to him.

"I'm so desperate. Please come inside me, please."

Her hand felt so good on his erection, but he slowly grasped that it would probably feel even better inside her. He was not sure how the logistics were supposed to work, but Charlene lay down, opening her legs and keeping her hand on his penis guided it straight for her opening. His penis was now harder and bigger and longer than even the pills could induce and he wondered if he would split her open trying to penetrate her. She placed the tip of his organ at the opening to her vagina, lay back and said, "fuck me, please."

Who was Tim to refuse. Shy boy from idyllic Ohio where the word sex was nearly forbidden and all children wore clothes, was about to fuck a girl he had a total crush on.

He pushed into that hot, wet, warm, welcoming space and completely forgot about the family sitting a few yards away at the dinner table. He never thought about whether they could see his naked ass over the top of the couch as he plunged into her again and again. Neither of them held back the sounds of wetness and slapping and the grunts and the moans and finally the screams as each of them hit the peak of orgasm and pleasure. Only after assuaging their first desperation did they take the time to look at one another and trace fingers over skin. Tim felt the softness of Charlene's young breasts and the smooth skin as it stretched over her taut belly and sweet pubic mound. Charlene looked into Tim's eyes and traced a finger over his still boyish lips and chin and chest. They cuddled and felt the length of their bodies entwine and then they slowly fucked again, easing into orgasm this time rather than plunging headlong.

"Do you do this with a lot of boys?" asked Tim.

Charlene shook her head, "Except for my brother, you're the first."

Tim tried to process this information. "Your brother?"

"Hmm, mmm, he fucks me sometimes for fun. It's sweet. But nothing like this!"

"Umm, he won't be jealous, or mad or anything?" Tim was worried. He kept his voice low, once again aware of the family sitting so nearby, their voices in conversation around the table.

"No! Of course not. He has a girlfriend. Besides, it's not like that. We're brother and sister."

Tim nodded, not sure what that meant.

"Oh, I forgot," said Charlene. "You don't have siblings, do you?"

"No, I don't even have cousins."

"Yeah, well, sex with my brother's nice. But it's not as intense, or romantic or exciting."

"So, your dad -- he knew that . . . I mean . . ."

"Oh, that I like you?! Yeah, he knows." Charlene giggled. "I'm not very good at keeping secrets, especially when he's got that vibrator in me."

"I thought I was going to shoot a load across the table when I saw him put that thing up you!"

"He's pretty fond of doing me."

"You mean, he does it a lot?"

"He keeps it by the table and puts it in me almost every night at dinner."

"Everybody else just watches?"

"Sure. Sometimes my dad plunges it into me like fucking until I come. Or else I'll get really excited and my brother will fuck me after dinner. I guess I like sex a lot!"

"In that case, can I fuck you again?"

"Right now? That would be great. I'll lie on my side this time and you can come into me from back here." Charlene lay on the couch and curled her legs, revealing the opening to her vagina tucked up behind her legs. Tim used his finger to make sure he knew where to go and then plunged his penis into her again. He was able to last much longer this time around and was gratified to discover that Charlene enjoyed the prolonged intercourse. She came and continued to come, the strong muscles inside her body grasping his penis over and over again until he could stand it no longer and shot his hot sperm up into her body.

They must have fallen asleep, because when he woke up the house was dark. Charlene lay curled next to him, her breathing soft and relaxed. Tim smiled and went back to sleep. He figured his parents would have come looking for him if they were worried.

When bright sunlight filled the room Tim awoke in relaxed confusion. His body felt wonderful, but he had no idea where he was. The ceiling was much brighter than it should have been and the place smelled and felt different. Into his field of vision came a beautiful face and Tim broke out in a big grin, remembering where he was.

"Hi beautiful," murmured Charlene, standing over him. "You look happy!"

"What's not to be happy about?" Tim raised his arms, inviting Charlene to lie back down with him. She more than indulged, angling her vaginal opening over his hard penis and slowly impaling herself. She felt warm and wet and luscious and Tim let himself enjoy the fourth fuck of his life.

"Breakfast is ready, kids," announced Charlene's mother, coming into the living room where the two lay in a post-orgasmic entwining of limbs. With some effort they untangled themselves, trying out different muscles to discover which leg belonged to whom.

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"Have you been naked your whole life?" asked Tim.

"No," laughed Charlene, "not hardly. My family's got this conservative streak. I was 9 years old before I got stripped."

"I'm guessing you thought that was old?"

"Well, yeah! All my friends were naked, practically from birth. It's a beach town. Do you know what a pain it is to swim with a suit on?"

Tim nodded, quite familiar with wearing a swimsuit himself.

"So, there are all my friends free as the breeze and I have this stupid bikini top to keep on. But getting back to your question, my brother had just become a teenager and was acting out. Some friends of my parents convinced them he'd be better behaved if they stripped him. I guess I got stripped at the same time just to keep things equal."

"And you always like it? Being naked, I mean?"

"I love it. At first I was embarrassed because my folks put those balls in me -- you know the kind little girls wear?"

Tim shook his head. He had no idea what Charlene was talking about.

"Yes you do! You know how you can hear little girls jingle sometimes? They've got those balls inside their vaginas, with the bells?"

Tim shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, so tell me the story . . . "

"I mean, little girls have those, not 9 year olds. All my friends made fun of me. It's that conservative streak again -- they thought it was inappropriate for me to get pierced or have something bigger inside."

Tim blushed. "You mean get fucked?"

"My mom caught me stuffing a cucumber up myself. My dad brought home the dildo the very next day."

"He said, 'So, young lady, if you're old enough for that, I'll be happy to indulge you.' He's fucked me with that dildo almost every night at dinner for over a year now. I think he really enjoys it."

"You don't?"

"Oh, I do. It gets a little hard to concentrate on eating, sometimes. I just hang there in low level orgasm mode and . . . well, my mother one night says, 'Charlene, if you really need to cum just let your brother help out and then come get some dinner.' After that my brother started fucking me during dinner, too, sometimes." Charlene turned dreamy and looked into Tim's eyes, "but nothing like what you do to me!"

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"How was dinner last night?" Tim's mom asked as he came in the door.

"Um, okay . . . " mumbled the boy, unsure what to say about the unexpected turn in his life.

"Dorrie called to say you had passed out on the couch and it was fine for you to stay the night. You must have been very active to get so tired!"

Tim nodded.

"So, did you have a good time?"

"Uh, yeah, it was good. Nice family, I mean. Um, I need to go take a shower. Morning ablutions, you know."

Marcie looked over her naked son and smiled. She was glad things were working out for him in this new town. She was not surprised when Tim went next door for dinner again that night.

Tim sat at the table, his nerves a bundle of excitement and anticipation. He was unfailingly polite, and carried out reasonable conversation with Charlene's brother, mom and dad. But when her dad reached over and took the vibrator off its little shelf Tim was no longer listening to the meaning of words. Charlene opened her legs and her dad slipped the humming vibrator inside her. He plunged it in and out a few times and then left it there to do its business while he calmly returned to stabbing bites of food with his fork. After a failed attempt at engaging Tim in more scintillating dialogue he reached down with his hand and manipulated the vibrator in Charlene some more. Her eyes floated upwards and back into her head.

"Honey, don't torture the boy," admonished Charlene's mother.

"I think he enjoys it nearly as much as Charlene," replied her father.

"And you!" retorted her mother.

"There's no doubt about that," answered her father smugly.

Tim jumped as he felt someone touch him on the arm.

"It's just me," said Charlene's brother, "why don't you take Charlene in the other room. She looks way ready."

"You're sure it's alright . . . I mean your dad . . . "

"It's fine. He likes getting her all aroused, but she's not really going to be satisfied until you fuck her. Take her to the couch and make her happy!"

Her brother smiled at Tim encouragingly. In a daze Tim stood up, his naked cock aching against his body. He felt himself float across the room, not feeling his feet touch the ground. He placed a hand on Charlene's shoulder. Her dad smiled and slowly withdrew the vibrating dildo and placed it on the shelf. As it popped out Charlene gave a start and opened her eyes. Seeing Tim she smiled, got up, and let him lead her to the living room. Within minutes she was screaming in the pleasurable agony of orgasm. Her family sat at the table and grinned at each other like idiots.

"I think she's in love," remarked her mother.

"She's got it bad!" agreed her brother.

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Tim walked into his house the next morning, having spent another night on the couch next door.

"Morning sleepy-head," joked his mom.

"Morning," mumbled Tim.

His mother looked over his body again and gave herself a big smile. She hadn't really checked in with Dorrie and gotten all the gory details, but she was pretty sure of the general drift of events. Tim's reddened penis was give-away enough by itself, but the daze, the flush, the glow . . . yes, her boy was in love and more.

"Why don't you invite Charlene for dinner tonight. No," his mother insisted as Tim raised a hand to protest, "you've imposed yourself next door for two nights in a row. Besides, I want to get to know your new girlfriend better."

"Mom!"

"Don't 'mom' me . . . invite her for dinner." With that his mother turned on her heel and left the room. Tim stood there gaping and looking down at his body. Was it that obvious?

At dinner Charlene sat demurely opposite Tim. His parents sat at the other two sides of the table. Conversation was somewhat stilted and Tim was embarrassed. He blushed as he thought of the difference between dinner here and next door. Charlene wriggled and he realized that for her dinner had now become inextricably bound up with sex. Then the totally unexpected happened.

"Charlene, your father tells me you're used to a little stimulation while you eat. Would you mind if I . . . "

Charlene's eyes widened. She bit her lip and shook her head very slightly from side to side, "I wouldn't mind . . . Mr. . . "

Tim watched in amazement as his dad reached over and took a very similar vibrator off the bookshelf near the table. He continued to watch, mesmerized as he turned toward Charlene. She opened her legs and his dad very carefully slid the instrument inside her opening. He manipulated the dildo until Charlene's face began to contort with the pleasurable sensations.

"Tim, why don't you take her to your room and then come back and eat," suggested his mom.

Tim gaped at his mother in surprise, but as her words sank in he leapt to his feet and took Charlene with him before anyone could change their mind. It felt weird at first to be making love in his own bed. After five minutes of fucking, however, Charlene and Tim both started enjoying the sensation.

"I've never made love in an actual bed before," said Charlene, "it's a lot more enjoyable than the couch."

"Uh, huh," gasped Tim, busy with the exertions of fucking Charlene's vagina as hard as possible. The bed did feel good -- or rather, Charlene felt good in bed.

After a half hour of fucking and two orgasms apiece Tim said, "My mom said we should come back for the rest of dinner, so . . . "

"Okay, let's go!" answered Charlene, rolling her legs off the bed and standing up. Tim admired her flushed, rumpled and freshly fucked body. He figured his dad would probably enjoy the sight, too.

As they entered the dining room his dad opened his arms and Charlene walked into his warm embrace. "I never had a daughter, so thank you for letting me experience just a bit of being a dad to you. Does your dad do you every night?"

Charlene nodded.

"He's very lucky to have such a wonderful daughter. You are very welcome here at any time, and we'll make sure Tim continues to treat you right."

Charlene looked over at Tim and said, "He's perfect, Mr. . . . , no need to worry! And thank you for making me feel so welcome."

Tim's dad reached over to the shelf and patted the vibrator. "Any time."

Charlene grinned.

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Tim half sat, half leaned against the playground swing. Charlene was nestled with her ass against his rock hard erection. Tim's fingers cupped her emerging breasts and circled her nipples.

"Listen!" said Charlene, softly.

Tim pricked his ears but heard nothing over the din of children screaming, laughing and shrieking as they ran, played and climbed in the public park.

"You can't hear the bells?"

Tim shook his head.

Charlene beckoned toward one of the naked little girls running past. The girl veered over and looked up at Charlene.

"Hi, I'm Charlene, can you do me a quick favor?"

"Okay!" said the girl brightly. Tim was guessing she was four, maybe five years old.

"Can you jump up and down for me?" asked Charlene.

The girl put her legs together and jumped up and down. She laughed. "Like that?"

"Yes, just like that. Do it again while my boyfriend listens for your bells. Listen, Tim."

The girl hopped up and down again and very faintly Tim heard bells. They sounded like they were coming from inside the girl's belly.

"Are you allowed to take them out?" inquired Charlene.

The girl shook her head with a serious look, "No, only my daddy can."

"I understand," said Charlene. "Want me to help you feel good before you play with your friends again?"

The girl nodded. Charlene snuggled herself back against Tim's dick and gathered the girl between her legs. Charlene reached her hand down and gently fingered the little girl's clitoris. In a surprisingly short time the girl climaxed.

"Thank you," she said softly and then ran off to play.

"Those balls make you so horny! See how fast she got off?" asked Charlene.

"Yeah! So that's the ringing sound? But it was so soft -- how was I supposed to hear that before she came over?"

"Listen carefully. There's a soft ringing in the whole playground. I bet you nearly every one of these girls has them in -- except the few that are running around in clothes. They're just like I used to be, the unstripped girls of the playground."

Tim sorted out the running figures. There were four, maybe five, girls that weren't naked. Two wore bikinis, and two or three were in shorts and tank tops. A very soft undertone of ringing bells -- almost a subliminal sound -- could barely be detected under the sounds of children playing. Tim would never have picked up on it on his own. He noticed that there wasn't a single boy present who wasn't naked, tiny penises erect and hard.

"Looks like the boys get stripped and the girls have fun," observed Tim.

"You mean get all aroused? That's pretty much it." agreed Charlene. "Speaking of aroused, you've got me totally worked up. Are you going to put it in me or just keep teasing?"

Without moving off the swing Tim lifted Charlene up far enough so he could get his erection under her. Charlene then wiggled down with his organ nicely cosseted inside. "Mmmmmm, that feels good. Those girls with the bells don't know what they're missing!" Charlene continued to move around. Tim started swinging back and forth a little, not moving his feet off the ground, but letting the swing move his hips and thrust his penis in and out just a bit as his fingers tweaked Charlene's nipples in earnest.

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(The End)