This story deals with adult themes including consensual sex between adults and a preteen.
If this type of story disturbs you then do not read it. (MFf, cons, inc, pedo)
OPENING KAREN
Part 2
My Aunt prepared me for the evening very simply. Waiting until I was in
the shower, she took my clothes and washed them. It would be mid-morning, at
least, before I had anything of my own to wear again. "Oh I'm sorry Precious,
Just talk to me while I have my shower, then I'll get you something sorted
out".
I sat on the toilet, a towel wrapped around me as she showered.
I had the towel for about two minutes, "lend me your towel please Precious,
I've got some shampoo in my eye". After using it to wipe her eye, Gail
'accidentally' dropped it into the shower. I sat back onto the toilet naked,
again. I had a chance to finally look at my Aunt (how can you LOOK at someone
while they're looking at you?). She was a woman, while I was just a girl. I
loved looking at her breasts, moving with her, swinging free when she leant
forward (which she did quite a bit). Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed with
none around her vagina and anus, just a small shield on her Mons. I longed to
develop as she had.
I was a little surprised when Gail removed the
showerhead, replacing it with a thin tube. Gail squatted down, facing me, and
inserted it into her vagina. "The sand gets everywhere doesn't it Precious"?
She saw my look of surprise, "Did you douche yourself"? She asked. "No" I
quietly replied. "Never mind my Precious I'll give you a hand this time,
you'll be able to do it yourself tomorrow" I was being introduced into the
world of adult women, my mother had never mentioned ANYTHING like this. Was I
supposed to find out all these things myself? Led by Gail I stepped into the
bath and squatted as she had a few moments before. "Wider Darling or I may
hurt you". I spread my legs as wide as I could, straining my joints to please
her. Gail directed the water spray onto my labia the slide a finger along my
slit and eased into me. My vagina maginified the size of these invading
fingers, but I started to enjoy these sensations. She gently eased her finger
deep into me all the time watching my eyes, keeping my attention fixed on
her. She withdrew, the entered again, two fingers, "ohhh", all the way into
me. "Have you already been playing with boys?" she asked. "Oh no, never,
honest, I wouldn't dare - Mum'd KILL me." "Your hymen is already broken
though Precious". "Yes, I know, I had an accident when I was riding. The pony
jumped and I landed on the pommel. The doctor at the hospital cut my hymen
for me. She used a local painkiller and it didn't hurt. She said my hymen was
already torn, and cutting it would help me later. She told me my Mum would be
pleased but she wasn't. Mum called her a whore. I don't know why"
We talked about the incident, which Gail (Mum's sister) didn't know about, while
Gail finished giving me an internal examination (Gail's a nurse. She works at
a health centre). "There you're all as you should be." She said. She then
parted my inner lips and the douche entered me. The trickling, tickling, of
water in my vagina is something I've come to love. This was another new
sensation in an already full day. I relaxed and gave myself to my feelings, a
warm glow seeping through me. "Look, sand". I looked and saw grains of sand
being washed away. "You should always douche properly after the beach. You
don't want to hurt anybody". 'How could sand in my vagina hurt anyone'? I
thought, was quite naive then. Gail gave me a very good douching until she
was sure that there wasn't any more sand inside me. She even checked me again
with her fingers, just to make sure (innocent and naïve!). Gail led me
to her the caravan's lounge, "it's got more room to move about and that's
where my clothes are" she said.
We started having fun, the both of us
naked, trying on Gail's clothes. I tried on a number of things, blouses,
slips, and tee shirts. They all had one thing in common; they were made for a
36C bust. From the waist up I was still practically a boy. I was almost in
tears, Uncle Paul and Rae would be back from the shower block in a few
minutes and I still didn't have anything to wear. Gail unfolded a large silk
square, standing behind me she wrapped it once around me under my arms then
took the top two corners behind my neck and fastened them with a scarf clip.
I looked at my self in the mirror. The silk flowed over my body hugging the
(few) curves I had. I turned and looked at my bum (my worst feature - not
quite a weeble, but getting there). Even that didn't look too bad. I walked
around head held high, "Be proud of your height Precious". I looked down at
the silk bunching down my front. I tried to smooth the folds but Gail stopped
me "Leave the folds Precious, walk toward the mirror and watch the front. As
I walked the front of the silk opened to reveal my legs, high on the inner
thigh. Even I knew that this was quite sexy. "Yes I think that that will do
for you, now what shall I wear"?
While Gail was dressing I
entertained myself with her jewellery box. I found a matching set of anklets
and bracelets, so shiny that I was sure they were polished silver. 2 to 2 1/2
inches in width, silkily flowing linkages with a large shiny D ring set into
each piece. It was hard to see the individual links. They were so beautiful.
I was about to try a bracelet on, but couldn't figure out the catch, "DON'T
close that" Gail said almost snatching it off my wrist. "I, er, haven't got
the key for these", I think that Uncle Paul must have it somewhere. I could
see that she was visibly shaken by the closeness of my escape. I blushed,
embarrassed that I could cause her trouble after she'd been so kind to me.
The holiday, this silk square, I knew I was in trouble now and tears pricked
my eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched them, I'm sorry" I kept
repeating those words over and over. Gail hugged me close, with a ferocity I
had never known before. "Don't worry my Precious, Don't worry" a soothing
mantra with murmured sounds. Again I felt safe, Aunt Gail wasn't angry, she
was only looking after me. I would have to be especially good for her from
now on. I promised this to myself. Gail calmed me then finished dressing. She
wore white, a tabard dress open at both sides, with a gold chain belt at the
waist and gold clasps at each shoulder. She had made sure to pull up the
material above the belt to give her plenty of freedom and movement. It also
enabled anyone looking at her side on to see her naked sides and when she
leaned forward her breasts sung free and clear, visible to any would look (me
for one).
Gail then applied her own makeup, very sparsely, and did
mine, again using very little ("highlight, don't hide" she would say). Then
we waited for Uncle Paul and Rae. "While we're waiting let's have a look at
these she said. She then pulled out the full set. Anklets, Bracelets, a belt
and a choker collar. All in the same wonderful flowing metal, all with the
Shiny D ring (though I noticed later that the belt had 4 of the D rings). I
tried them on with Gail holding the clasps together so I could see myself in
the mirror. I tried them all on, they were obviously too large but I though
that they were wonderful. "What are they made of I asked, "silver"? "Oh no,
silver would be far too soft. These are stainless steel. Uncle Paul had them
made for me in Poole". I was lost in the beauty of this jewellery, even if it
was just steel. It almost took my breath away. I now know that there is only
one reason to apply lockable steel bands to a woman's wrists, ankles, waist
and neck. Fun! I have had plenty with my set. Then though I was innocent and
naïve (no I was gullible).
With a shout Rae crashed through the
door into the lounge. Uncle Paul followed, still dripping from his shower. "I
want those shorts for the Wash" Gail told him. As he was towel drying his
hair he either didn't hear, or pretended not to have heard her. So giving me
Rae, Gail kneel in front of him, unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down.
He looked out from under his towel at her with his shorts round his ankles
and penis hanging bared in front of Gail's face. She just looked up at him.
"Oh" he said and stepped out of his shorts. Picking them up Gail went toward
the kitchen area. "One day he's gonna go too far" she said as she passed me.
I turned back to watch my Uncle's penis swaying as he dried his hair.
Transfixed I sat on the settee to his side. Gail, passing through the lounge,
pushed him out of her way. Now I was sitting on the edge of my seat with a
penis only inches away from my face. Wide-eyed I stared fascinated "Touch
them if you want" Gail whispered in my ear. I reached forward, my fingers
brushed through the dark curls and I touched the testicle sack. "Its so soft"
I said, talking quietly, almost reverently before this alter of manhood. I
cupped both orbs in my small hand, the hairs tickling and scraping on my
skin, so soft yet scratching. Peter's penis still flaccid, I lifted it,
laying it along my open palm. "One of the testicles is lower than the other",
I looked at Gail, sat beside me, how did she get there. I ran my fingers
through the pubic bush, catching and tugging. Looking directly into the
urethra, the crown purplish, again holding, cupping a single testicle, "Oh it
moved"! I exclaimed. "Yes they do move in the sack" Gail told me. Two hands
now, one wrapped around the penis, the other cupping and squeezing, oh so
gently, the testicles. Remembering Janet Potter, the class swot and her
dictionary, giggling, laughing, laughing out loud. "What's wrong" Gail asked,
her concern showing. Peter knelt down beside me, worried. "Someone in my
class looked up 'testicle' in the school dictionary. It said 'TESTICLE - A
male reproductive organ about the size and shape of a plovers egg'" I told
her. She looked at Uncle Paul, both puzzled. "Don't you see"? I said. I
reached forward between Uncle Paul's legs and cupped him again. "Now I know
how big a plovers egg is" I laughed again. A second later both Gail and Uncle
Peter were also laughing. I knew that I had spoiled one intimate moment, but
with the three of us together, me holding Uncle Paul's balls in my hand and
their arms around my shoulders. I felt that we had reached a more intimate
relationship. Gail got up and slapping Paul's backside said, "come on, let's
get some thing to eat then we can watch a video".
Preparing the food
was fun. Uncle Paul would slide his hand into Gail's top and grope her tit,
then I would feel his hand curl around my buttocks as he passed by me. Gail
was also free with her hands, she would slide her hand between Uncle Paul's
buttocks later grasp his penis or cup his balls. She would touch me as
freely. Her hands would slide into the gap at my front and trace over a
nipple, or lower slide between my legs and tug on my inner lips. Daring to
join in I ran my hand down Uncle Paul's back and between his cheeks. He
stopped moving, pretending to be doing something while my hand was touching
him, moving again as I withdrew. Gail had been watching me, she took my hand,
kissed it and said "You're doing well Precious, just do whatever you want to,
whatever feels right to you". As she looked at me with those big eyes I felt
so much love. I reached forward and kissed her, full on the lips. We smiled
at each other, sharing a small secret.
We took the plates and bowls
into the lounge area. Uncle Paul was already sitting down with the TV and
video ready. Gail sat beside him. "Come and sit on my lap" he said. I did, as
I sat I lifted my wrap out from under me, sitting with my naked bottom onto
Uncle Paul's lap. His hairs tickling me as I sat with slightly parted legs
(my legs were outside Paul's). Gail started the video, it started with a
family on a nudist beach. Mum and Dad, Boy (12ish) and Girl (10ish) after a
few minutes watching them on the beach the scene changed to indoors. Mum and
boy started to hug and kiss as did Dad and girl. They progressed to full
penetration fucking, As we watched I felt Paul's penis growing beneath me
until it was nudging my vagina lips. Paul slid his hand into my wrap and
moved up to tease my nipple, I just lay back and enjoyed the feelings. My
nipples grew, hardened, puckered and rose into the tender fingers. I was sure
that I could feel each and every line of the ridges on his finger as he
touched my sensitive buds. Turning my head toward him I nuzzled into his
neck. I was drowning in his manliness, his scent, the pressure of the muscles
against my skin. I felt a tugging on the clasp holding my wrap. Then I felt
the clasp release, I too felt freer, I separated the wrap and let it fall to
my sides. Paul widened his legs taking mine with his. Looking down I saw Gail
kneeling between Paul's legs, I felt her breath on my thighs tingling, goose
bumps running up my legs. I felt something drip from my vagina, running down
my thigh crease. Gail took Paul's cock in hand, pulling it toward her she
sucked on the crown wetting it, getting my own lubricating juices in her
hair. As Paul rubbed and tugged at my nipples, Gail rubbed his growing cock
against my pussy lips, parting them finding the narrow entrance to my
untouched womanhood, wetting the crown with my juices. Panting now, I lay
back and let them continue, The hardness entering into me, opening me,
hurting, stretching pushing into me. My bodies' resistance to this invader
caused me to lift up. Paul's hands left my chest and raised to grasp my
shoulders, forearms pressed against my chest holding me tight into him. I
gasped I knew he was perfectly positioned to pull my slight body down onto
his stiff cock. I braced for the thrust, "relax, baby, relax", Gail's voice
penetrated the haze surrounding me. I gave way, giving in to the event. I was
going to be fucked and wanted it, wanted it badly. Gail held my chest again
and used her thumbs on my nipples. The shock wave went straight down between
my legs. More juices flowed and I sank back down onto Paul's lap. His cock
now deep inside me. I couldn't breath, it was in so deep, would surely ruin
me. "Well done baby, well done. He's in you now, not too far though. Just
relax while you get used to it". I leaned forward to see the invader entering
me, as I moved forward it sank in deeper, pulling back, it withdrew. I rocked
like this forward and back a few times then looked down. My Uncle's cock was
firmly embedded within me, although only about half way. My position
prevented deeper penetration. Again I rocked back and forward, then, guided
by Gail, I lifted and lowered myself, a gentle bobbing up and down. My legs
across Paul's thighs were doing the work with little effort on my part. I was
drowning in these sensations. I could feel my insides, dragging against his
cock being drawn out, then thrust back in to me. A new spiky rush as my
clitoris protruded from its protective hood. The more I lent forward the
harder it rubbed on Paul's cock. The faster I moved, the higher I went.
Deeper and deeper into me I took him. Turning we slid down onto the floor,
kneeling, leaning forward against the settee. Paul now above me, controlling
the action. I could do little more now than accept him. He thrust harder and
harder, thrusts long and short. I was enraptured in the moment climbing
higher and higher into my orgasm. Paul towered over me overwhelming me. His
strong arms wrapping under me pulling hard on my nipples harder than I
thought possible. My immature breasts firing waves of pleasure, seas of fire,
down to my cunt. Again he grasped my shoulders, the better to pull me against
his thrusting cock. Panting now, sweating, hot and breathless, my cunt on
fire. Heat raging over my skin my orgasm overtook me filling me, swamping me.
My muscles fired into rigid ropes, my face contorted, noises from nowhere.
"Yes, yes, yes." I climbed into heaven. As I returned, fiercely determined
not to collapse into sleep again. I felt Paul slow his thrusts gather
himself, then thrust again harder, faster, his chest stiffened against my
back. I felt his whole body go rigid, then inexorably he pulled me down onto
him and I felt his seed explode into my body, sending me into another
smaller, lighter, orgasm. We lay forward and for the first time I felt the
weight of a man laying on me, holding me loving me, part of me. I was not
longer a virgin, I had been opened. Opened by a man I came to love and trust
totally.
The afterglow of our lovemaking kept us warm as we sat
hugging together. Gail stripped and brought us warm wash clothes to wipe
ourselves with. Gail gently washed me down. We three lay bundled together and
I felt the remnants of Uncle Paul's cum seep from my vagina. Later I joined
them in their bed. I watched their lovemaking realising just how much more I
had to learn. How much more I hoped to learn from this loving couple.
Copyright (C) 2000 Karen Souleman
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