"Steven and Charlie": A Chapter from "Behind Bars"

[CutiePie1997]

"Steven and Charlie"

This is a "chapter" from the parent role play,
"Behind Bars"

It is being composed here for the ease
of 1x1 writing and reading within a Group Role Play.
When we are done with this interaction,
we will return to the parent thread.​

OOC: This thread began here in the parent thread, "Behind Bars". If you are reading "Steven and Charlie" without reading the parent thread first, you will want to also read Steven's introduction, found here.

BTW, this thread begins with a duplication of the post that connects the two threads.

Enjoy!

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As Nurse Betty, the Black Book Madam Maria, and Corrections Officer Hairy Harvey left her office, Charlie looked up to see yet another visitor, Steven Douglas, a civilian who had remained behind for no other reason than he had no where else to go. Of course, that was a decision he'd made before his last surviving relative -- his niece, Jessica -- had called to tell him her father had died from the Red Flu, leaving her all alone in Steven's nearby woodland's cabin.

Charlie knew none of this, of course, but she was about to find out.

As she had when they'd first talked following her takeover yesterday of Clark County Correctional, Charlie let her hand casually lower to her hip and the butt of the Beretta 9mm. She had reason to prepare herself for an up close and personal with The Chef: even though she would never say this to his face, former Navy SEAL Steven Douglas was probably the only man in this place -- civilian or inmate -- who truly scared the bejeebies out of Charlie.


NEW TEXT: The first thing Charlie had done after running the Staff out of CCC and figuring out how to control the gates and doors from the almost magical remote control was sit down with Betty, Maria, and Harvey and talk personnel issues. Charlie needed to know who she could and couldn't trust, as well as who she should simply toss off the prison grounds right off the bat.

She'd done that, too: ejected inmates. With Harvey's help, Charlie had taken 8 men and 2 women -- seriously dangerous and sometimes psychotic types -- right to the prison's exits, handed them a bag of food and water, and told them to get the fuck out!

She'd thought about doing that with the Chef, too. There was a reason he scared her, and it wasn't simply that his personnel file indicated he was one tough fucker. No, Charlie's fear of him was that if anyone was capable of knocking her out of the top spot here at Clark County, she felt it was surely former Navy SEAL Steven Douglas.

But then they'd sat and spoken about his desire to stay, and something had convinced Charlie to let him remain. For reasons she couldn't explain, she was beginning to trust him, and Charlie didn't trust easily. Ironically, after the conversation about to begin with her gesturing him to a chair before her, she was going to come to trust him even more.

 

[Homerun2611]

Steven shuffled in, this was uncomfortable for him. Steven was a man of his word, his handshake more binding than any contract and he had pledged loyalty yesterday, only to somewhat rescind that today. It didn't sit well with him, and the naturally athletic and graceful specimen, reflected it in his body language.

It was actually Charlie's fingering again of her weapon that broke the ice and brought a small smile to his face. Steven had a color of blue in his eyes that was mesmerizing, like looking into deep oceans shrouded in secrets, he looked Charlie directly, his eyes never wavering in their direct contact. "I see you still don't trust me...good! You seem smart and savvy as hell, but there are some of the best con artists in the world here, a bit of paranoia is just common sense. Many will try to curry your favor, say all the right things, but a few, VERY few, will earn it. That is something you will need to determine for yourself."

Was it advice, not really, by his nature Steven was loyal, too loyal, but it was his DNA. Charlie didn't necessarily seem like she needed protection, but everyone needed someone watching their back occasionally, and as long as she lived up to what she had told him yesterday, he had hers.

He could have sat, but he was not one for much small talk. It was a honed skill, he had spent most of his life undercover, and small talk, any talk, just gave opportunity to expose oneself, so Steven was generally quiet, saying only that which needed to be said. However, as he stood there, looking into her eyes, did he realize he was feeling something, a sense so foreign he barely recognized it, a tinge of arousal.

It had been nearly five years since he had fucked a woman, and he only fucked women. It had been almost that long since he had even thought about it. He used the term fuck intentionally, he hadn't made love since he was in his early 20's, only one woman deserved that characterization, and she had been against the rules. But fuck, oh he had fucked many. Somehow he sensed in Charlie the same separation of love and sex he did. Love was sentimental and made you vulnerable, sex was a necessary and occasionally spectacular indulgence that when managed appropriately actually improved the body's ability to with any other type of stress.

Why he had stopped, he didn't really know, other than it required some sort of interaction that he wasn't willing to do. It had been the same amount of time since he had last stepped into a bar, the usual hunting ground for his sexual adventures. Steven was not really the pick up type, he was the strong silent brooding man, that women gravitated to like bees to honey. Luckily for them they found their efforts worthwhile as they found the cock of the man big and as hard as teh man himself, with the rhythm and natural hip movements of a dancer and the bold intensity of a killer!

So, even the slight stirring of the long hibernating cobra in his khaki's surprised him, and he did his best to push that reaction away. "I got some news today, my kid niece Jessica called...." Greetings and salutations over, Steven was here to say what needed saying and then take action as necessary. "My sister died a long time ago, her Dad and I were almost like brothers, but the Red Flu took him yesterday. She's the only family I got left, they were the only family I ever had, and I'm all she's got too." There was so much more to this story, but Charlie would likely never know it. That one woman he had loved, that one woman who deserved it, was Jessica's mother. The only man who knew their passion had been her father, and he had understood and forgiven them both!

"I meant what I said yesterday, but she is mine and I take care of my own. I haven't seen her in years, but ... well, she's mine and that's it, I take care of my own!" Steven waited, trying to interpret response. "I would like to get her and bring her back, I'm pretty sure she was raised to be a worker, take nothing for granted as nothing was given. My word may not mean much yet, but I will vouch for her, and if you ever think she or I aren't pulling our weight then you won't need to ask me to leave more than once. But I understand, it is a big ask asking for another mouth to feed. I'd want her with me, but if it is too much, I will take my bags and go, no hard feelings..."

 

[CutiePie1997]

As Steven stood before her, Charlie did her utmost to keep her eyes on his own. It might not have surprised most people to know that just as he found her attractive, Charlie found Steven just a hot as well. In fact, of all the men she'd seen in the past few days inside Clark County, he was the one for whom Charlie found herself contemplating an invitation to her bed, which of course had once been the former Warden's place of sleep and sex.

She was shocked at the news that Steven had been contacted this very day of the New World Order by a surviving family member. "That's incredible. I'm happy for you."

She'd began to become horrifically concerned when Steven spoke more about his commitment to Jessica, though, thinking that he was about to ask to be released from his commitment to stay. Then, a wave of relief washed over her as he said, "I would like to get her and bring her back..."

He spoke more about how capable a young woman Jessica was, adding, "But I understand, it is a big ask..."

When he finished, Charlie said without hesitation, "You're not asking for too much at all, Steven. Go get her. You must. There is no other option. Where is she? How far out?"

He explained, and Charlie went on, "You can use one of the SUVs or one of the pickup trucks, the four-by-fours, of course. And..."

She hesitated a moment, remembering her fears about how Steven could so easily lead a one man coup and take over Three-C, even without weapons. But still, Charlie continued, "...And I'll furnish you with weapons if you'd like. A rifle, a shotgun ... sidearm. I want you to be safe. Your niece, too. Do you need anyone to go with you? I'm sure that CO Lewis would go with you if you asked."

They spoke on that topic a moment, then moved onto another important one. "While you're out there ... from your record, I imagine your very skilled at surveillance and -- how do I term this? -- resource acquisition. I could use information, about the countryside surrounding us and the people still alive out there. And we have needs: medicines, food, seeds for this summer's crops."

It was now Mid-April, and it was time to begin planting some crops on the prison's farm. But their planting time deliveries hadn't been made, so right now all CCC had were some of the seed potatoes and other Heirloom plants that they had year after year. They had no corn seed, no carrot seed, and -- Charlie's favorite root crop of all -- no beet seed.

Unable to keep her gaze maintained on his face any longer, Charlie's eyes fell to his wonderful looking body for a moment, a moment during which she thought she just might have caught sight of a bit of grown down below the beltline. Or was it her wishful thinking that he might find her as attractive as she did him?

"It would be a shame to lose you, Steven," she said with a bit of an intimate tone in her voice. Her eyes had resumed their stare into his, and she finished, "Go get your niece, but ... make sure you come back to us, ya hear?"

 

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Her first response pleasantly surprised him, "That's incredible. I'm happy for you."


He smiled, "Yes, while the circumstances are tragic, I guess tragedy should be the expectation, but it will be nice to have family with me." Steven tried to say it, so even he believed it, while there was no doubt as to his decision, what exactly it would be like to have his young niece with him, have anyone with him, he was not so sure.

However, it was the next exchange that taught Steven all he needed to know about Charlie, and although she probably didn't realize, bought his forever loyalty. "You're not asking for too much at all, Steven. Go get her. You must. There is no other option. Where is she? How far out?" Steven explained how, as the world slowly closed down he had offered his cabin to his brother-in-law and friend and his niece. The cabin was isolated, with plenty of fresh water, fish and wild game and gardens for self preservation. He had built and provisioned the place itself, intended for self sustaining, it went without saying, but he had built it to be a hermit.

"I thought, or perhaps hoped, they might be safe, but apparently the disease now transports through animals, carnivores, and although asymptomatic themselves, once they..." He did not finish, but they both knew the answer. Once the animals had feasted on the dead or dying they became transporters themselves, their meat tainted, and his brother in-law, not having the gene himself, was quickly overtaken.

All of this had shown warmth and compassion, but next came the most important factor, trust! "You can use one of the SUVs or one of the pickup trucks, the four-by-fours, of course. And...And I'll furnish you with weapons if you'd like. A rifle, a shotgun ... sidearm. I want you to be safe. Your niece, too. Do you need anyone to go with you? I'm sure that CO Lewis would go with you if you asked."

It was a generous offer to be sure, more than generous. It was not just the words she said, but her body language that conveyed her intent. Steven was a man who said little, listened carefully and observed everything, good and bad. "I will not need a vehicle, but thank you. I do not know exactly what I will encounter but I assume the world is devolving into some sort of martial order and small militia. I am going to assume any travel is treacherous and while your vehicles are useful they are also easy targets. I would prefer to take my bike...." Over time Charlie would learn exactly what Steven could do on a bike, and in his hands it was almost a weapon in and of itself! "...trust me, may I call you Charlie....I am safest on my bike and so is my niece. The last three miles to my cabin are up a steep and winding dirt path, no car or truck could ever make it...." He smiled, "I did not build it for guests."

"As for weapons, are you certain? It will create a precedent you might not want?" He looked and read her eyes, "I do not necessarily need weapons to defend myself or kill, but they are useful. If you would indulge me, I would request two things: an 8 inch hunting knife, and a pistol, 9 mm luger?" It was his gun of choice, he could kill farther and more accurately with that then most snipers could with a rifle and scope. He had chosen the weapons without thought, they were easily concealed, easily accessed, and could work in close quarters or distance.

"Charlie I take no joy in killing and I hope I might never have to again, but if I need to, I will and if you need me to, ask me to, I will." He was not boasting, in his own way he had just given her an oath, a sacred promise and commitment upon which she could rely, even if she didn't know it. As he said his last words he moved ever so slightly toward her, closing the space between them, he did it so they could speak quietly, in a sign of discretion, but the effect was to intensify the connection between them considerably. With his last statement he had paused so that she fully understood the commitment he had made and would hopefully take the next statement as intended.

"I will go alone, I prefer it, and am most used to working that way, especially on a mission such as this. However, should I want a partner, the last one I would trust is Lewis. I know he has made an oath to you, but be careful." He said no more and would not be able to, for his reaction was based more on observation than fact, but when you had done these types of clandestine operations as much as Steven had, he trusted his gut every bit as much as the time on his watch or the reading of his compass.

As the conversation turned, Charlie made a request of her own, one steeped as both a compliment and a need. "I will be happy to take notes, but I have some good news for you. For the last year I had suggested to the warden that we needed to be prepared our own food stores, and so, the barn contains more than just my old motorcycle. For the past year I have provisioned and stored many of the items you seek, as for others...." Again he smiled but this time he let those deep blue eyes sparkle and gave her a wink. "...as you say, I have certain abilities to provision, others may say steal, but once you see my inventories, we can make a list and go about obtaining what we need."

At the Academy, Steven had received his degree in mechanical engineering, he had always had a gift. So not only did he have seeds he had refurbished tillers, and all sorts of manual and mechanical devices which would be necessary. Half his motorcycle were refurbished parts but the bike ran faster now with better suspension than new. If it had gears or an engine he could make it run, whether it be a mower, a car or an airplane and drive it too.

But of all the surprises of the night the one that most shocked him was his reaction to Charlie looking up and down his body, for despite his attempts to focus elsewhere, the stirring in his pants only grew more intense. "It would be a shame to lose you, Steven...Go get your niece, but ... make sure you come back to us, ya hear?"f

Steven returned the gaze, "The sun is setting and even I would not think it wise to take open highways in the dark, it is hard to avoid what I cannot see. So I shall leave in the morning, at first light, do the reconnaissance you ask, and get my niece. I would hope to be back by nightfall..."

And then, Steven could not believe it was he who said it, "Perhaps, you might meet me out at the barn, I can show you what we have if you are interested, and ...I also have a case of bourbon and tequila stored there, consider them yours to use as you need, in many ways there may come a time when they are as valuable as gold...." He let his eyes linger once more and then turned to leave, realizing that in the first time in many years, he had asked a woman on a date...or as close as he would likely come....

 

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: Just for timeline clarity, this takes place after the dinner and talk and the later lockdown, but before Charlie goes out to speak to the guys in all of the 1x1 threads.)

"Yes, while the circumstances are tragic, I guess tragedy should be the expectation, but it will be nice to have family with me."

Steven's comment struck Charlie deep in her heart and soul. After she'd committed the crimes that put her on Death Row, she'd told her parents she didn't want to see them ever again. Oh, they hadn't done anything wrong, of course: Charlie simply hadn't been able to look at them through a sheet of Plexiglas every visiting day until, finally, the prison doctor put a needle in her arm and brought a conclusion to her life.

Of course, her mother had died of cancer a few years ago, and Charlie had recently received word that her father had succumbed to the Red Flu. With the deaths of her brothers -- the impetus to her being sentenced to death -- Charlie was now alive and without the opportunity Steven had now.

He spoke of the logistics of reaching and returning with his niece, then spoke of how he'd been working behind the scenes to make the farm portion of the prison more prepared and prosperous. Charlie had only heard rumors of Steven's involvement in such activities, and hearing it now she was pleased."

"Good, very good," she said with a pleased smile. "This place won't work if we can't reach near self sufficiency. With far fewer mouths to feed, we have a head start. But still, we have needs that we can't currently fulfill from what we have on the grounds. Thank you, Steven. This is ... well, I can't even begin to tell you how this affects the situation."

Then, with what Charlie thought -- and even hoped -- was obviously suggestive body language and words, he told her, "Perhaps, you might meet me out at the barn, I can show you what we have if you are interested."

He explained more about the stockpiled stores, but honestly, the only thing Charlie was interested in right now was getting Steven's pants off, hit cock out, and her pussy invaded. It had been far too fucking long since she'd had a man inside her, and even though she'd only begun to get to know him this very day, she knew without a doubt that he was just the kind of man to become one of her lovers.

"I'd like that," she said, adding quickly, "I need to speak to some people about their contributions to my New World Order."

Charlie smiled, then chuckled. She still couldn't believe that she'd used that phrase during her address to the prison inmate population earlier at dinner. As soon as she'd said it, she'd had flashbacks to fictional post-apocalyptic movie militia groups and real life Separatists groups that had sprung up in increasingly higher numbers over the past 20 years or so.

Most of those fictional and factual situations had included a hard assed leader, a dictator, often a tyrant. The last thing Charlie wanted to be was a tyrant, but already some of the inmates were beginning to look at her as just such a person.

"I'll see you out at the barn later," she told Steven. "It's gonna be late, though. 'Bout 10?"

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(OOC: This is where Charlie begins all the other 1x1s.)

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10:30pm, at the main Farm Storage Building, aka The Barn:

Charlie entered through the man door, found Steven in the soft lighting of a single overhead bulb, and walked his way until there were only a few feet between them. She studied him for a moment, deciding with certainty that what she thought she wanted actually was, then unbuckled the gun belt and let the weapon fall to the hard packed dirt floor of the building.

"I haven't been with a man in a long while," Charlie said before pulling the lower hem of her shirt out from her pants and then stripping it up and off. Her B-cup breasts were pushed up and in by a lacy white bra; her belly was flat and smooth, just short of showing off the well structured abs hidden just below the surface. "I'd like to be with you, Steven. I mean ... if that interests you."

 

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It was far more than her looks that attracted Steven, he had lost count of how many times he had tried to convince the old Warden, only to have it fall on deaf ears. Even before the Red Flu showed just how devastating it would be, the world had shown its vulnerability. All the warnings of global warming, the dramatic swings in weather, even the relatively tepid covid pandemic of 2020 had showed that there could well come the time where the world's citizens might have to depend on their own devices for survival.

Steven had spent far too much time in thirld world countries and new, if push came to shove you had to be able ot depend on your own agriculture and livestock. The livestock had been no issue, the warden liked his meat freshly slaughtered and his dairy products nearly straight from the utter, but vegetation, no interest. Steven didn't care, each time provisoins were ordered he would include an extra bag or two of seeds and grains, no one ever noticed. Certainly no one appreciated it, until Charlie, that is, "This place won't work if we can't reach near self sufficiency. With far fewer mouths to feed, we have a head start. But still, we have needs that we can't currently fulfill from what we have on the grounds. Thank you, Steven. This is ... well, I can't even begin to tell you how this affects the situation."

Steven smiled, oh he knew. He had survived nearly 6 months at one point in a client so arid even cacti succumbed. He had eaten bark slugs, while filtering and needing to drink his own waste. "I am just glad to see you understand, there are some hidden gems here, up on the hills to the west there are mushrooms that you will find orgasmic..." He looked up blushing, "Well they are really good, there are other roots and herbs that have amazing medicinal benefits and flavors ...

She didn't blink at the specificity of his request for weapons, but as helpful as those might be, it was her reaction to his impromptu invitation. There was a time he wouldn't have asked, he would have assumed he knew the answer, and he would have been right. That man had been a rake, sex was part of his arsenal of tools, some used on missions, more often recreation. That man was dead, probably for the best. This man, the Steven of today, still had the rugged good looks, but no game, he was interested, he put it out, and then waited for reply, contemplating the course of retreat if rejected. "I'd like that," he had barely heard the rest, something about talking to people, being late, he didn't care, he felt the flicks of flame from his long dormant embers. "Whenever you get there works...we've got all night!" He shot Charlie a look, oh God, what if that wasn't what she had said yes to, what if she really wanted to inventory seeds?

10 PM, came and went, then 10:15, maybe she wasn't coming, probably smart on her part, but he still waited, why not, he had nowhere to go, certainly no alternative that compared. It was 10:30 he heard the creek at the door, the sound of footsteps on the dirt covered concrete floor of the barn. He had forgotten this feeling, the anticipation, the dopamine high of true arousal. He was hard before he turned around, 10x what he had felt in her office. Jesus let this be what he thought this was!

Turning he watched her every step, never slowing never deviating from a straight line toward him. There was a confidence and surety in that walk he admired, he recognized it, hoped he still had it...it had just been so damn long! "I hoped you'd come, I was afraid you wouldn't..." Only after he said it did he realize the double entendre and laughed, probably blushed. But she didn't stop...

He swallowed watching her hands fondle with and release the gun belt and seeing it fall to the floor. "Unarmed?" He cocked his brow, figuring she knew the gun had never protected her to begin with, if he had wanted, she would be dead, but that was the last thing he wanted. Steven was acutely aware of his body, his every reaction, it was his training, and he felt his pulse quicken the blood course in his veins primarily targeted on a singular location. "I haven't been with a man in a long while," perhaps that could have meant something else, but it didn't, thank God it didn't.

His eyes were bright, senses on edge, but nevertheless he smiled. "Me too...a woman that is..." There eyes were locked...she had to have heard the moan from him as she pulled the t-shirt up and over her head. A sexy bra, firm tits, a tight core, yes he knew what to do with this! "I'd like to be with you, Steven. I mean ... if that interests you." Interest didn't begin to describe it. Now it was his turn, as he closed he pulled the skin tight under armour T off his body, revealing his sculpted chest. Reaching out and grabbing her waist he pulled her in and for the first time in just a bit short of a decade, he kissed a woman. Where there should have been trepidation, instead their was hunger and need.

A starving man does not pick at his food, he bites in with gluttony, and so they engaged, hands groping, mouths opening, tongues engaging. The first kiss lasted damn near a minute before they broke breathless. He chuckled and looked at her, "Thank God Charlie, this is the first real hard on I've had in eight years, I really didn't want it to go to waste!" They shared a laugh, the ice was not just broken, but shattered. They say sex is like riding a bike, you never forget, if sex was a bike ride, these two had been in the tour de France!

They toppled to the ground and then he felt her fingers claw at his back and momentarily froze, his front was near flawless, one gun shot wound, a few knife scars, but his back...a different story. Part of his torture had been being put on a rack, feet and hands tied, the flames searing his skin from shoulders to ass. Once let go, boiling water had been poured on the near raw skin, the result was a back that was more scarred and tougher than the toughest leather. She felt him cringe and he looked into her eyes. "Torture, but it's okay, you can touch if you don't mind?"

She had undone his pants, freed his near 8 inch throbbing pillar of need and pushing her back he reached down and pulled her pants and panties down over her near perfect round hips. He indulged himself in the sight of her naked body before sliding between her legs, "I so need to be inside of you..." Little did he know how quick the refractory period was when it had been this long, nor how quickly and easily all of the skills and instincts came rushing back, gripping, thrusting, grinding and writhing, what an incredible night awaited them... all he hoped was the first time she would want him to cum inside of her, and when he did...he could be looking into her eyes!

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Me too...a woman that is..." Steven said about not having had sex in some time.

Charlie didn't believe him. A man that ruggedly handsome -- a free man, who could leave these walls and fences at will -- did not go weeks, months, or years without some woman wanting to feel his cock inside her. But what Charlie knew of Steven had come mostly from his personnel files, and it wasn't as if the prison record keepers were going to know and then put on paper how long it had been since their galley chef had gotten his dick wet.

That first embrace was hot and heavy, with their mouths merging together and hands all over the other's body from ass to skull and back again. Charlie found her heart pounding like a jack hammer, something she didn't normally feel to conspicuously until after she'd exploded in orgasm, if she did at all.

"Thank God Charlie, this is the first real hard on I've had in eight years," he told her as his raging erection -- still hidden inside his jeans -- pressed noticeably against her exposed belly. "I really didn't want it to go to waste!"

Again, there was that claim of celibacy, seemingly unintentional but factual celibacy. Charlie still found it hard to believe, but looking into Steven's face between passionate kisses she saw honestly in the man's eyes.

"Torture," Steven said after they'd ended up horizontal and quickly loosing clothes in the loose straw where broken bales were pushed into a corner. "But it's okay, you can touch if you don't mind?"

"I wanna see it," Charlie said firmly, looking into Steven's eyes for his reaction. "I read your file. I know what you went through. They are not something you should be embarrassed about. You should ... we all should be proud of our scars."

Charlie had her own scars, both emotional and physical. She reached to her waist and pushed her modest underwear off her right hip to show a knife scar. She didn't have to explain what it was, but she did explain, "When I attacked and killed my brother's murderers, I missed one of them ... sort of walked right into his reach in the smoke of the fire. Six inch knife, to the hilt."

She turned her torso enough for Steven to see her upper right back and the back of that side's arm, where an ugly scar ran across both. "Fell off a horse riding with my brothers. Fell into some old timber."

Without waiting for a reaction from him, Charlie grasped Steven and urged him to turn his back to her. For liability and health record purposes, his personnel file had had pictures of his pre-Clark County Correctional scars, and Charlie had seen those images. And yet, when she saw them, her heart leapt with shock. She reached a finger tip out and traced one, then another, and another. Then, she leaned downward over his body and kissed the first one, the second, the third.

Charlie could tell from Steven's reaction that no woman had ever shown his wounds this kind of ... respect. She turned him back again, pulled him to her -- her many finger tips conspicuously found the scars again -- and kissed him passionately again as she hurriedly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans.

A moment later, she had that raging hard on about which Steven spoke in her hands as she kneaded and stroked it. She wondered if he would cum then and there in her hands, proof of his recent bout with celibacy. He showed signs of being highly stimulated, yet managed to keep his goo in his balls ... for now.

"I so need to be inside of you..."

Charlie couldn't help but giggle at Steven's phrasing, adding quickly, "I so need to have you inside of me."

And a moment later, he was. Oh, it wasn't an instantaneous thing, of course; she hadn't had anyone or any thing inside her pussy for the last 7 of her 8 years in Three-C. But after laying back and lifting her knees high and wide, Charlie took hold of Steven's shaft and placed it at her soppy wet hole, guiding him with a couple of softly spoken, "Careful ... careful."

And then, with gasps of mixed pain and pleasure from Charlie, Steven was fully inside her ... and the Warden of Clark County Correctional once again felt like a woman once again.

 

[Homerun2611]

"I wanna see it," He needed to look into her eyes to understand, was it morbid curiosity, disgust? Instead he saw understanding, compassion, and still, desire. He felt a sense of relief wash through his body, which would only grow from there. "I read your file. I know what you went through. They are not something you should be embarrassed about. You should ... we all should be proud of our scars." It was exactly the right thing to say, and meant more than she could know. He was proud, while hideous, it was also a badge of honor. Few men could have withstood it, he had, and somehow survived.

There was an openness and honesty in this relationship from the get go, and he knew, eventually he would keep no secrets from her, likely not even Lily, Jessie's mother, as he sensed no moral judgment she was simply trying to understand him, and he, her, and that was a big piece of his puzzle! Charlie immediately began showing him her own scars, he found the scars intriguing, he loved women, their bodies, all the facets and those were just incremental facets and new sources of fascination on a body he hoped he would explore completely, and repeatedly. In certain ways though, Charlie's squares enhanced her appeal and attractiveness, his did not.

In a way he was fortunate it was his back, if it had been his face he knew that people would have not been able to look him in the eye, he had seen others shunned similarly, he tried to never do that to anyone knew. Most of the things he had seen had been innocent civilians marred by war's brutality. He had once taken a woman to bed, who, you could tell by her hair, and body, had likely been beautiful, but her face, it was hard to call it a face, had been disfigured beyond recognition. It had been 10 years ago, and he still remembered how her body accepted and rejoiced a man who still treated her as a woman, he made sure, again, when he came he was looking straight at her, affirming to her, as much as he could, her still innate appeal.

He turned as requested, held his breath, hoping she would not feel the need to gaze too long at his disformity. However, he heard not a gasp, no sense of revulsion, instead he felt a soft caress, and then the sweet kisses of acceptance. Steven had many scars, inside and out, but this woman, he would show them all, and hope she did as well. When he turned and felt her passion even more, a bond was created that was stronger than any words could ever express. She was right no other lover had ever treated him such, of course no other lover had been taken since those had occurred. Those few kisses on his scars did more to restore his libido and sense of worth than anything else she might have said or done.

Similarly, as he hovered over her, having expressed his need to feel her swallow him, and smile at her similar need to be satisfied, he held himself in a perfect plank and he let her guide, at her own pace his hardness, into her softness. The sense of penetration, her soft wet inner lips, tasting and guiding the penetration of his tip would have, should have been enough to make him explode. 8 years of swimmers, anxious to dive into the deep end. But no, he was a professional, if he was taking a shot, he could get his pulse rate down to near 20, there was no way in hell he was going to let his rocket launch from the pad early.

"It is fine, take your time...I will be there..." How Steven, a man who could kill with such ferocity, could also be such a tender lover, was quite the contradiction. He felt her open, and felt as he stretched her, and began sliding down each and every glorious inch. Her hand stayed on his shaft, making sure he did not go too deep too fast. He sensed her body was a Ferrari when fully engaged, but you did not immediately redline, you let the pistons lubricate, the engine warm, but once fully engaged, she would not only allow but need you to take her 200 MPH plus, into the turns and thunder down the straightaways.

There is nothing quite as spectacular as a woman's cunt, it was not a word he would use with her, unless encouraged, as it could offend. But he did not mean it derogatorily, he meant it in reverence, God's perfect invention, life giving and pleasure inducing, a miracle in and of itself! He felt her swallow, squeeze and take him, "Oh God...so good...so tight...God...God...." he uttered, moaned, priveliged to enter her sanctuary. The priestess had led him to her alter, and now it was his body's responsibility to worship...as she deserved!

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Oh God...so good...so tight...God...God...."

Charlie pulled Steve tightly against her as his cock ever so slowly filled her space. It hurt a bit, which surprised her. She was a 32 year old woman who'd had her share of cocks inside her, not some 18 year old virgin giving up her cherry.

But it had been 6 years since her last cock or dildo, and it took her a bit to finally let him fully inside. Charlie clutched Steve's body tightly to her and wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs, purring to him as he had to her, "God ... that's ... that's so nice. You feel so good in me, Steven."

 

[Homerun2611]

Steven had to believe Charlie when she said it had been a long time, she was very tight, and he doubted it was from lack of experience, only recent experience. He remembered another woman, she had been the widow of a South American drug lord, widowed for 5 years, but she was still gorgeous, a near doppleganger for Selma Hayek. She was an intimidating woman, so much so, that none of her husbands former men would dare touch her. Steven had dared, and was rewarded, emphatically. She had similarly been incredibly tight, and laughed that time "revirginizes" a woman particularly one in excellent shape with strong kegels.

However, Charlie was so tight, and so wet, that despite his best attempts he had to explode! "God, I'm sorry, I want to keep going and going...I will, but sweet Jesus I need to cum...I ...I..." Every muscle in his body tensed, and rippled as he pushed all the way in, they didn't even get a chance to discuss if it was okay, he prayed it was, but it was too late. "Oh FUCK..fuck, fuck, fuck, mmm..gg...ggoooddd...Jesus freaking Christ good!" And it was, and how he came, starting to thrust again and again, emptying every drop.

"Aahhhh!" He sighed, slightly embarrassed but even more euphoric. He felt her hands on him, she was smiling but encouraging him to roll over..."I want to keep going, please don't stop!" It would be fast and he would be hard again, he would realize she wasn't stopping, not then, not after the next time, or the time after that.

The next morning when Steve walk up, she was in his arms, but only briefly, but it was nice. Part of him wanted to keep going, but there would be other times, probably very soon. He had barely slept, and couldn't remember the last time he woke up so completely rested and satisfied. She had barely left when he was dressed. He didn't shower, he liked feeling her and smelling her on him. He was only going to get his niece, who cared if he had their cum all over his junk, he was getting his niece, it shouldn't matter....he was so wrong!

 

[CutiePie1997]

Charlie wasn't at all surprised or disappointed when Steven groaned out in a bit-too-early orgasm. He had indeed been telling the truth about it being a long time.

What did surprise her, though, was just how hard and long he'd come. Charlie felt the Chef's cock leaping inside her powerfully for longer than any man had ever ejaculated inside her or onto her.

Steven was spent, his body overwhelmed by the euphoria of such a long delayed climax. Charlie rolled him to his back, sat up tall over his groin, and rode his cock long, fast, and consistent, like a Pony Express rider delivering the Presidential Election results.

She drove herself to orgasm, slowed to enjoy her own euphoria and some kisses with the sexy man, then started again. Charlie came four times over more than two hours of the most incredible sex of her life before she, too, was entirely spent. The last thing she recalled before morning was laying upon Steven's chest and feeling in him the results of his last orgasm, before falling asleep there, covered by only his Longriders style coat.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​

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