Message-ID: <5805eli$9711240010@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmndr@nym.alias.net (Commander Jameson) Subject: {ASS} RP: "A Girl named Charlie" by Day Dreamer (mf, teen, hot) <*> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Email: Don't send me e-mail as BCC - it will bounce. Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34788873.158559@207.14.113.10XCJ> A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE The Story of a Boy's Sexual Education by Day Dreamer Prologue This is the story of a teenage boy's coming of age in the 1940's. Compared with today's attitudes about sex, the 1940s were almost Victorian: The birth control pill hadn't yet been invented, there was no formal sex education in schools (and not much at home, either), and girls and boys didn't dare discuss sexual subjects with each other for fear of developing a "reputation." Sure, boys talked about sex among themselves, and as I now know, girls did the same thing. For the most part, though, those discussions were exaggerated and based on misinformation. I had read "Only a Boy" and "The Diary of a French Stenographer," and had gleaned a little from them, but by and large my sexual knowledge was very, very limited. I guess everyone from time to time longs to be sixteen again and know what they know then, but I would settle for just having known a little more than I did then. The Story There are few creatures on Earth more miserable than a sixteen- year-old boy--especially one who is still a virgin. Hormones rage through his blood stream like wildfire in a forest (ever notice that horny and hormones start with the same letters?), wet dreams (doctors called them "night emissions"--"night drench- ings" is more like it) occur with alarming and embarrassing frequency, and his tongue gets tied and his penis swells in the presence of girls. Know this guy? Maybe you don't, but I sure do. That was me, when I was sixteen. Perhaps things would not have been so bad if I hadn't been an only child. If I had had an older sister, I probably would have known more about how girls think and operate. Even an older brother might have been able to give me some insights about girls. As it was, I considered girls to simply be mysterious and lovely creatures who operated on a completely different plane of existence than boys. My primary mistake was that I put girls on the tallest pedestal you could imagine. In my mind, girls were NICE; they weren't in any way interested in sex like boys were. Yeah, I sometimes heard about girls who "put out," but I attributed those stories to guys making them up to appear masculine and worldly or to actions of maybe a few slutty girls with bad reputations. (Not that I knew any such girls. If I had, I might have had a spontaneous orgasm just from knowing I was in the presence of an available pussy.) Despite this, I adored girls in general and liked being around them, even though I couldn't carry on what I considered scintil- lating conversation. Because of that, I dated frequently, usually every weekend. These dates usually consisted of going to a movie, then to a drive-in for malts, and then home. I held the girl's hand in the movie and then sneakily put my arm around her shoulder. If I were really fortunate, the girl would lean her head on my shoulder. After she had dated me a few times and we were sitting on the back row of the movie, she might allow me to kiss her during dull parts of the movie or newsreel. Those occasions were heaven--pure and absolute heaven. The high point of the evening, though, was when I took the girl home. Most girls would give me a least a little goodnight kiss, and a few, knowing they could immediately turn away and run into the house, would give a little bit of tongue. Any time I got such a French kiss, I would quickly have to back away from the girl so I wouldn't embarrass myself by poking her with my instantaneously hard prick. When that happened, I would usually stop on some deserted road on the way home and beat off. It sure wouldn't do for me to walk in the house with a throbbing hard-on and meet my parents face to face. I suppose that if fate hadn't intervened I would have grown to adulthood still maintaining my illusions about girls. Fate, in the form of a girl named Charlie, did intervene, though, and my ideas about girls got turned completely upside down. Charlie was a new girl in town, having recently moved from a small town on the coast and enrolling in our high school. Her real name was Charlene, but she liked for everyone to call her Charlie. She was tall, almost my height, beautiful, and unbelievably stacked--about 36-24-36 by my eye measurements. She had an excellent personality, friendly and outgoing. To top it off, she was talented, with first-rate artist skills. We met in a Sketch Club meeting. I was an old member and she had just joined. At first I was friendly to her because she was a new member and I wanted to make her feel welcome. I was highly attracted to her, though, and my attentions soon became more than just friendly. She must have felt a similar spark because by the end of the first club meeting she had accepted my request for a date. When I arrived at her house to pick her up, she immediately scooted over next to me, sitting so close that our thighs touched. I could feel the warmth of her leg as it pressed against mine, and even though she didn't seem to be wearing any perfume, she had a faint, natural scent that was in itself highly appealing. At her request, we went to a drive-in movie for our date. The movie was pretty dull, so we talked a little during the boring parts. She told me about her interests and of just moving to town and not having any friends. I told her about my interests and how much I wanted to fill in her friendship void. She gazed at me with her hazel eyes shining and said, "Timmy, you're really a sweet boy." With that, she brought her face to mine and brushed her lips across my mouth. She then leaned back against the seat and laid her head on my shoulder, pressing her whole side against mine. I may have been naive, but I wasn't completely dumb, so I put my arm around her shoulder and held her even tighter than we had been before. With my arm that way, my hand draped down the front of her shoulder to the very top of her breast where the begin- nings of its gentle slope just showed above the low-cut sundress she was wearing. With just the lightest of touches, I traced little circles on the exposed flesh with my fingertips. Gradu- ally, I increased the pressure so that there wasn't any way she could fail to notice. All through the process, my hand was almost shaking from nervousness and excitement--this was the closest it had ever come to a girl's breast. After a few minutes of this action, Charlie lifted her hand to cover mine. Well, it was nice while it lasted, I thought to myself, expecting her to move my hand back up to her shoulder. Instead, she pulled it down even further to where it covered her whole breast and then pressed it against the upthrust mound. My hand automatically cupped the firm, rounded globe and squeezed it gently. "Ummnn, that's so much nicer," Charlie said, smiling. She had her face turned toward me now and, looking into my eyes, she reached out her tongue and licked her lips. I didn't know anything about body language then; all I knew was that I had an overwhelming urge to kiss those wet, glistening lips and see if I could get a taste of that delicious-looking tongue. I lowered my mouth to Charlie's and kissed her. She put her hand behind my neck and drew my face even closer to hers. At first, the kiss lingered on just the lips, but then I tentatively thrust the tip of my tongue out and brushed it across the soft skin of her lower lip. Her hand squeezed the back of my neck and her tongue came out of hiding and touched mine, playing games with it. It was like electricity flowed through my whole body--I was tingling all over from our deep French kiss. I had now forgotten all about the movie. Going to the drive-in was now just a way to get enough seclusion for sexual exploration. And explore was what I wanted to do. I wanted to explore as much as Charlie would let me, to learn as much about girls as Charlie was willing for me to learn. Our kiss continued for an eternity, and yet for only a moment. I wanted it to never end, and I wanted immediately to go beyond it. We were now face to face and I was squeezing and kneading her breast as our tongues swirled and delved into each other's mouths. Charlie finally pulled back and broke the kiss. "Wait a second, this is in the way," she said. She put her hands to her back and unsnapped the clasp of her bra and then pulled it off completely. She then took the shoulders of her dress and pulled them down to her waist, baring those magnificent breasts to my eyes. "There, now, that's better," Charlie said, leaning back against the seat. Better? It's unbelievable! I thought to myself as my eyes hungrily devoured the vision of Charlie leaning back with the high twin mounds of her breasts completely exposed. She reached out to my hands and pulled them up to the creamy while hills, placed them on top and pressing them into the soft billows of her flesh. Her hands then went to the back of my neck and she pulled my mouth down to hers, her mouth already open and waiting for a continuation of our tongue loving. My hands moved across the soft flesh of Charlie's breasts, gently caressing her nipples and surrounding area. I could hardly believe how firm yet still soft her breasts were. Each one completely filled a hand, each one a handful of hot, pliant girl flesh. Charlie's nipples were hard and standing out like little nubbins as I moved them softly between my fingertips. She arched her back up to my caresses and whispered, "Ooooo, that's sooo nice." I was practically drooling by now, wanting to get my mouth to those luscious globes. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth down to her front, taking a nipple between my lips. "Yes, suck on them, suck hard," Charlie muttered, pushing her chest hard against my mouth. I obeyed fully, pulling as much of a breast into my mouth as possible and sucking on and slavering the area with my tongue. Charlie was beginning to breath fast now, as fast as I was. "Ooohhh, yes. That's they way," Charlie whispered. Lust filled every atom of my body. This was the stuff of wet dreams, and it was happening to me in real life. I trembled from the strength of my arousal, the flesh in my thighs shivering as I ministered to Charlie's lovely girl flesh. I worked my mouth back and forth, alternating attention from one mound to the other. I worked like a starving person, seeking to devour as much as possible before the meal were taken away. My hands which been idle reached out and also caressed her body. At first I just held her waist, but then I moved lower, dropping a hand to Charlie's knee. She quickly responded to this action, spreading her thighs apart and giving me more room to explore her lower body. My hand crept slowly up the inside of Charlie's thigh, going higher and higher, into the tight constriction of the area near the juncture of thighs and body. I was practically panting at this point. At last, I'm finally going to get to feel a girl's pussy! I thought, my hand shaking in anticipation of this longed-for action. Charlie raised one knee and brought it up on the car seat, and all the area between her legs was now accessible to my roving hand. I took advantage of the obvious invitation and moved my fingers all the way to the top of Charlie's thigh, up to where I could feel the silken-covered gap that separated her legs. I was surprised at how damp she was. Not only was the crotch of Charlie's panties wet, but the skin next to them was wet and slippery. I moved my fingers through the wetness, savoring the hot slipperiness of Charlie's love juices. I moved my fingers over Charlie's sex, feeling the soft bulge of her pubic mound. Probing the area, the furrow that ran down the middle of the separation was easily detectable. I knew that just under that covering lay Charlie's pussy. She was making it available to me, and I ached and shook with desire to get under the edge of those silken panties and touch and explore Charlie's little hot pit of sex. Very carefully, I insinuated a finger under the elastic edging of the silk fabric. The flesh it encountered was hot and wet. The finger moved deeper and found Charlie's nether lips, the swollen, slick lips of her pussy. Suddenly, Charlie leaned back away from me, taking those delicious breasts away from my sucking mouth, and moved her back against the car door. At the same time, she moved one leg up on the car seat, leaving the other on the floor. "Take them off," Charlie whispered. "Take what off?" I asked, confused by what she meant. "My panties. Help me take them off, they're in the way." Charlie pulled up the hem of her dress, so that the dress was now completely bunched up at her waist. Even in the dim light of the movie, I could see she had on white panties, with little rosebuds sewn in around the edges. For the first time in my life I was seeing a pair of girl's panties while they were on the girl, not just a picture in the Sears catalogue. I sometimes in despera- tion resorted to looking at the Sears catalogue, but this was a quantum leap in advance of that. This was the REAL THING! This was a REAL girl about to take her panties off and show me the whole of her girl sex. Charlie put her hands to the top of her panties and started pushing them down. I put my hands right next to hers and pulled. Between us, we had the silken unmentionable down to her hips in a flash. She put her leg back down and lifted her bottom up so that I could finish removing them. As I took them from off her feet she put them in her purse. "To make sure I don't lose them," Charlie said, with a soft laugh. Charlie then leaned back against me, putting her head on my shoulder. She raised her right leg upon the seat, leaving her pussy spread wide and gaping. Taking one of my arms, she placed my hand on her stomach, just above the shadowy mass of hair nestled between her legs. Even though there wasn't much light in the movie parking lot, there was still enough for me to enjoy the sight of Charlie, almost completely nude, her breasts rising and falling in tempo with her breath, her pussy spread wide, inviting. Charlie turned her face to mine, opening her mouth for a kiss. I moved my lips to hers and we exchanged tongues, moving them in and out of each other's mouths. At the same time my lips were exploring her upper lips, my hand moved down and exploring her lower lips. I pushed a finger into Charlie's furrow, finding it hot and slick. I knew enough to know that girls didn't shoot out sperm like boys did, but what I found was just as hot and slick as any jism that had flowed from my prick. Near the top of Charlie's gaping pussy lips was a little bump of flesh. I wasn't sure what it was, so I rubbed it very gently. She hunched herself up against my hand as I caressed the little nubbin. Every time I moved my finger over the little swelling, Charlie shot her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around an extra amount. I had never heard the word "clitoris" or even knew girls had such a sensitive spot, but I knew from her reaction that she liked for the little bump to have attention. To even more emphasize this new knowledge, Charlie broke our kiss long enough to mutter, "OOOOhhh, yes. That's the spot. Right there." I was almost beside myself with excitement. Until then, the only completely naked girls I had seen were in some nudist magazines one of my friends had filched from his dad. Now, though, not only was I seeing a naked girl, I had her in my arms. Not only was I seeing a real live girl's sex for the first time, I had my fingers in her honeypot as well. My penis may have been hard before, but now it throbbed and jerked with each of my heart beats. I knew that down below that little nubbin that seemed to be such a pleasure center for Charlie there was hole that led into her body--a hole that was the pleasure pit of her pussy. I longed to have at least my finger inside a girl's pussy so I moved my fingers down, seeking the entrance to Charlie's feminine cavern. My finger found a recess that dipped down and I began to plumb its depths. Yes, it was in fact an opening, and my finger slowly probed into it, going a slow inch by inch into Charlie's hot warmth until it was buried to the knuckle. I slowly extracted the finger, reversing its inward trip and pulling it out. In and out, in and out, I continued to work my finger. As I did so, I put my thumb on top of her sensitive little nubbin and rubbed it in slow little circles. Charlie was humping her hips up against my hand, meeting each of my finger plunges with a reciprocating movement. Charlie was muttering into mouth with each motion, gasping little "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh's" each time I hit bottom and rubbed against her button. Charlie's tongue was going wild in my mouth, and she was start- ing to move her hips in a rotary motion, working the sheath of her pussy around and around my finger. My other hand continued to caress her breasts, moving back and forth between them, giving each equal attention. Suddenly, her stopped all motion, her legs stiffening, her hips hunched up against my hand. "Oh God, Timmy, I'm there! I'm there!" she muttered through clenched teeth. I could feel the tunnel of Charlie's hot pussy clamp down on my finger, gripping it like a hot fist. She shuddered and gasped, her breath coming in just little pants. She wrapped both arms around me and held me tight, he head on my shoulder, her body quivering and jerking. She stayed like this for several moments, before gradually relaxing. She let loose of her tight grip and moved away from me. My finger which had been buried deep inside her now was withdrawn, just playing little soft games with her pussy. I could hardly believe how wet her pussy was. She had poured out juices all over my hand and the car seat had a damp spot right under her spread pussy lips. "That was my first come in weeks," Charlie said. "That was soooo gooood. I really needed that." Charlie dropped her hand down to the inside of my thigh and ran it up and down from my knee to crotch. When she reached the bulge of my throbbing cock, she softly caressed and said, "Poor Baby...so hard. It's time to take care of you now." Charlie unbuckled my belt and undid the top button of my trousers. "Undo your pants and slide them down out of the way. I have the feeling we're fixing to have us a big mess here real soon," Charlie said. I followed her directions and pushed my pants down to my knees. "Your underwear, too," she said. As soon as I worked my shorts down over my throbbing penis, it sprang up, quivering and erect. Charlie moved over against me and put her hand on it. She traced her fingertips up and down the shaft, saying, "Yes, really, really hard." Charlie's hand on my dick brought me unbelievable pleasure. This was the first time that a hand other than my own had touched one of my hard-ons. Maybe it was just mental, but Charlie's touch felt entirely different from my own. Just knowing that it was a girl's hand raised my excitement to levels that no amount of self-love could produce. The whole head of my penis was now wet and glistened in the dim light from the movie screen. The excitement of seeing Charlie's bare body, of touching her breasts and her pussy, and especially of causing her to shake and convulse in orgasm, had caused it to ooze love juice all out into my shorts. Having her hand on it now made it continue to ooze, flooding the head and dribbling down the shaft. "Oooo, you're nice and wet. I like that," Charlie said as she ran a thumb over the head of my prick, gathering up lubrication and spreading it all down the shaft. "Let's get it even wetter," she said. She spit into the palm of her hand and put that palm down on the crown of my dick and then spread the combined saliva and love juice all over my throbbing shaft, up and down, all the way down to the swatch of hair at its base. Charlie then cupped her hand around the shaft and began a slow up-and-down movement, gently squeezing and unsqueezing her hand. With each squeeze, more love juice leaked out and provided even greater lubrication. It was sheer rapture, and I couldn't keep from moving my hips up and down. "Ooooohhhh, babieeeee!" I muttered. "Like that?" Charlie asked. "Oh, yes! Don't stop, keep it up!" I half grunted. "A kiss will make it even better," Charlie said, moving her mouth to mine. Her tongue probed into my mouth, and she moved it in and out in time to the motion of her hand. I was near to coming, and my hips started jerking upward in more violent motions. Charlie slowed her movements down and only continued the little squeezes she had been using. I backed down from the peak and my up-and-down hip motions abated. She then started the stroking of my penis again, and I spiraled back up the orgasm heights. Once again she slowed down. I was about to die from the pleasure of it all, the peaking, the backing off, and the repeaking. My balls felt like they were swelled to balloon size from all the waiting, and I felt as if a gallon of come was accumulating ready to fire off like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July. Soon I was completely beyond any means of deferring the explosion. My hips were bouncing up and down on the seat and I was gasping for breath and continuously moaning in pleasure. Charlie put her other hand under my balls and stroked them gently in time with the action of her stroking of pounding penis. "Oh, God, Charlie! Here it comes!" I almost shouted, shoving my hips completely off the seat. She took the hand that had been stroking my balls and put its palm on top of my penis and gently swirled it around the slick wetness of the head. The hand cupped over it and now both her hands were stroking my rigid dick, one below and one on top. Its full length was grasped and squeezed by her hands and the pleasure was simply too much to endure. At long last, I came. Not just a come--I came like I had never before experienced. A jet of white sperm flew up and hit the headliner of the car. Another hit the steering wheel. Two globs landed on Charlie's white breasts, and her hands were drenched in a flowing torrent of sperm. It had felt like a gallon was accumulating, and from the flow all over the place, the estimate wasn't far off. Charlie kept right on stroking, her hands now even more lubri- cated than before, and my dick stayed rigid. It still felt good even though I had just the strongest orgasm of my entire life. I put my lips back to Charlie's and kissed her long and hard. Breaking away, I said, "God, Charlie, I've never come like that before in my entire life. God, that was good." Charlie smiled and said, "I aim to please." Taking a hand and smearing the blobs of come that had fallen on her breasts, she added, "You aim pretty good yourself." She leaned up against me and took my hand and put in down to her pussy. "Doing you got me all hot and bothered again. Want to do me again?" Of course, I did her again. And she came even harder the second time than the first. And while I was doing her, she was doing me. I shot my second load just seconds after she came. The mess wasn't as big this time as the first, but it still felt just as good. After getting off two times, we just sat there enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, gently playing with each other, not really serious about getting off. Suddenly, the credits started scrolling across the movie screen and we knew the lights would soon be coming on. Laughing like maniacs, we scrambled to get our clothes up and arranged so we would be presentable when the parking lot lights came on. We barely made it in time. Just before we got to Charlie's house, she reached into her purse and pulled out her panties. "Almost forgot these," she said laughing and putting them on. She gave a good view of her pussy as she pulled the panties on, and believe it or not, I got hard all over again. Charlie reached out and patted the bulge and said, "I'm glad we have a date Tuesday. Keep that for me until then." * * * Find out what happened on Tuesday night in Part 2 which will follow A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE - PART 2 A High School Romance - by Day Dreamer Prologue: This is a story of a teenage boy's sexual education in the 1940's. It reflects the mores and sexual attitudes of those times, ones far different from today's. For the beginning of the story, the reader should download Charlie1. The Story Continues: I could hardly believe my good fortune. For the first time in my life I had held an almost-naked girl in my arms, had played with her bare breasts, and had had my hand on girl's pussy. Even more than that, I had finger-fucked her to a gasping, panting orgasm. She had given me a hand-job, too, and I had come like Buster's gang, going off like a skyrocket, not just once, but twice. I was practically quivering in anticipation of my next date with Charlie, the girl who had favored me in these ways. When Charlie left me at the end of our first date, she had patted my hard-on and asked me to keep it until our next date. That meant four long days to go. Even though I was staying in a state of perpetual horniness and urgently wanted to beat my meat to a pulp, I was determined to hold out until our date on Tuesday night. If our last date was any foretaste of what was to come, the waiting would be worth the agony I was going through. Our date on Tuesday night was to a high school play put on by the Drama Department. Ordinarily, I would have been interested in the play, but just being with Charlie took precedent over any such interest. My interest now was centered on Charlie and what we might do after the play was over. Since Charlie and I lived in the same neighborhood only about eight blocks from the school, we decided to walk to the play. It was a pleasant spring evening, with the temperature in the seventies, and walking would be fun. Besides, I knew all the hiding spots in the area, places where we might go and be alone and out of sight, and I had hopes of steering Charlie to one of those. Charlie and I held hands as we walked, and sometimes we had our arms around each other's waist. We had started early and pretty much lollygagged along the way, stopping on occasions to lean against a tree or fence and kiss. On those occasions I would cop a quick feel of her breasts. Not obvious, mind you, so that passersby might be offended, but enough to get both of us hot and fully aroused. One time when we were leaning against a tree, I put my hands on her buttocks and squeezed them, pulling her against my now-hard prick. "Hard already, huh?" Charlie laughed, when she felt the bulge in my pants prod against her. "No, still that way," I answered. "When you left me Saturday night you told me to keep it until now, and I've done just that." That made Charlie laugh and put a smile of delight on her face. We finally made it to school, and I even managed to control my hard-on enough that it wasn't too obvious. We sat in the audi- torium and held hands during the play's presentation. Every now and then I would shift around and sometimes "accidently" lightly brush my arm across the tips of Charlie's breast. Each time I did it, the look she gave me said: You're not fooling me, I know what you're doing, and I don't mind. Just don't get too carried away, though, there are parents sitting all around us. The school play was finally over, and I was eager for the Timmy-- Charlie play to begin. It was dark now and we could hold each other a little more intimately than we could while it was still light. I put my arm around her and dropped it down to her bottom and caressed the firm globes of her ass. She squeezed me tight when I did this, letting me know that she approved of this attention. After we had walked about a block, we came to a dark corner and stopped and kissed long and deep, our tongues exploring each other's mouth. She pressed her whole body against mine, from thigh to mouth and squirmed in a motion that rubbed herself against me like a cat rubbing against someone's leg. When we finally broke the kiss, Charlie said, "Let's find some place that's nice and dark and secluded." "I know just the place," I said. And indeed, I did know. I had explored the local neighborhood park and marked it as a place to take Charlie if the chance arose. The park was open only during the summer, but the porch of its clubhouse remained available year-round. The porch was covered and had several benches. Most important, there wasn't a light within a block of the place. It was an ideal place for lovers--even if someone walked through the park, they wouldn't be able to see into the darkness of the porch and discover us. I had been dreaming for the past four days about taking Charlie there, and now that dream was coming true. And to make it even better, not only was I taking Charlie where I had hoped to take her, but I was taking her there because she was asking me to. I took her hand and led her to this lover's haven. In the darkness of the porch, I embraced Charlie, holding her tightly to me, and kissed her with a deep French kiss. She responded by giving me her tongue freely and actively. I dropped my hands below her waist and cupped her buttocks in my hands, gently squeezing them and loving them with my hands. Charlie pressed even closer to me, pushing her groin up against the hard bulge of my throbbing manhood. She broke the kiss and whispered, "You're even harder now than before, aren't you?" "Yeah, I am. You make me so hot I can hardly stand it," I replied. "You're not the only one," she laughed, putting her lips back to mine and sending her tongue snaking into my mouth. As my hands continued to caress her hard little ass, I wanted to feel more of it, to feel the bare smooth skin of her buttocks. Slowly, I pulled her skirt up to where I could feel the silky fabric of her panties. They made the globes of her ass feel smooth and satiny, but I knew the skin would feel even better. Moving my hands upward, I found the top of the silken fabric and moved under them, running my fingers across the baby-smooth skin. I didn't have a chance to feel Charlie's ass the time before, and I was thrilled by having my hands down a girl's panties and playing with her ass. I ran my hands down the valley that separated the two upthrust mounds of Charlie's buttocks, delving down to the hidden depths of her secret places. I moved a finger underneath her and found the hot, slick core of her sex. She was wet already, and the area between her thighs was slippery with her warm girl juices. Charlie squirmed her ass and moaned as I gently caressed her nether opening. "You're starting to make my legs get weak," Charlie whispered. "Let's sit down." We sat down on the bench and immediately went back into our embrace, our mouths and tongues hungrily seeking the other's. I was learning from Charlie just how erogenous the mouth and tongue were and was growing to love the intimacy of the deep French kiss. With Charlie, kissing was a real art form, and I was becoming a connoisseur. Our hands were busy as well as our mouths and tongues, roaming over each other's bodies, caressing, stroking, pinching, and squeezing. My hands were making love to her breasts, kneading those delectable mounds of girl flesh. She moved her hands up and down the inside of my thighs, reaching up to and lightly rubbing the tent my hard prick was making of the front of my trousers. She broke the kiss and softly laughed, "God, I believe you're getting harder by the second." All I could do was moan softly as she traced her hand over the bulge, feeling the length of my shaft as it doubled over inside the constrictions of my pants. "I wish we could get naked, but it's too big a risk to take here," Charlie said. Her saying that made my prick jerk in response. Even though I had seen Charlie almost completely nude in the drive-in movie, it had been dark and I couldn't see too well. Ever since then I had longed to see Charlie stretched out completely nude, her breasts and pussy available for my full inspection. Charlie's words only intensified that desire and raised my lust level to an even higher level. "We can at least get more comfortable," she said, and raised her skirt to her waist and pulled off her panties. She put them into her purse and pulled out a handful of Kleenex. "I came prepared this time," she said, softly laughing. Taking my cue from her, I unbuckled my pants and pushed them and my shorts down to my ankles. Even though my eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, it was still too dark to see much. All I could see was the dim white blur of Charlie's hips and a darker triangular smudge where her pubic hair grew. We would have to let our sense of touch take over and make up for our lack of sight. We went back to kissing and letting our fingers do Yellow Page work. My hand immediately went to her pussy and hers went to my now freely standing prick. I probed between the lips of her pussy and found the hard little nubbin that she liked rubbed. I did just that, gently rubbing up, down, and around the button. Charlie's hand on my throbbing staff was moving around the head, pushing my pre-come juices down over the shaft. As she touched the sensitive part just below the head, all my four days of pent- up lust, the time we had spent making love with our eyes at the play, and the grab-ass games we had played walking home caught up with me. Suddenly, my prick was jerking in Charlie's hand and sperm was forcing its way up the shaft. "Oh, God, Charlie, I gonna come," I gasped. Charlie grabbed the stack of Kleenex and cupped the head of my prick, catching the jetting white stream. "That's okay, baby, just let it come," Charlie crooned to me, continuing to work her hand up and down the shaft, causing the sperm to dribble out in little spurts. After the stream had stopped flowing and my prick had ceased its jerking, I relaxed and said, "I didn't mean to come so quick. Just thinking about you for four days had gotten me so hot that I just couldn't hold it. Gee, I'm sorry for having such a quick trigger." "That's okay. I have the feeling you'll recover in a hurry," Charlie said as she continued to stroke my still-firm staff. I knew she hadn't come yet, and I wanted her to enjoy the same pleasure I had, so I redoubled my attentions to her pussy. Charlie reached down and grabbed my hand, holding it still. Then, in a soft voice, she said, "Timmy, do you know that song, 'Mary is a friend of mine?'" Did I know that song? Did I ever! It was sung to the tune of one of the day's most popular songs and the words were: "Mary is a friend of mine, she will blow me anytime, for a nickel or a dime, fifteen cents for overtime." I wasn't sure what Charlie was after, but I said, "Sure, I know the song. Why?" "Because I want to be that kind of friend to you, and for you to be that kind of friend to me." I was stunned. This was beyond my belief. She was telling me she wanted to suck me off and wanted me to do the same thing to her. Charlie had already changed my ideas about girls, but this stretched them to the limits. I had read about girls giving boys blow jobs and about boys eating a girl's pussy, but I thought it was just stuff of fiction. Some of my masturbatory fantasies were about a girl sucking on my prick until I came into her mouth, and I dreamed about having my mouth and tongue in a girl's pussy. These were just fantasies, though, without any hope of realization. Now here was Charlie telling me that girls really did those things, and not only that, she wanted us to do them. My half-hard prick became steely hard at the prospect. "You would really do that?" I asked, still incredulous. "Yes, I love sucking on a guy's prick, and I adore having my pussy eaten. Would you like to eat my pussy?" "Oh, God, YES!" I said, my breathing speeding up and my heart beating faster as I thought about such action. "I've never done it before, but I've always wanted to try. You may have to tell me what to do if I don't do it right." "Don't worry, I have the feeling you'll be a fast learner," Charlie replied, with that soft laugh of hers. "I want to be first," I said. "Let me do it to you before you do it to me. Okay?" "Yes, I would like that," Charlie answered. "Let me lay out here on the bench so that you can get to me." She stretched out lengthwise on the bench so that her back was flat but her legs were over the edge and down to the floor. Her hips were at the end of the bench, and the cheeks of her ass were just off the edge. She spread her legs so that all the area between them, the very center of her sexual being was fully exposed and available to me. I knelt at her feet between her spread-eagled legs, paying homage at the altar of her womanhood. I moved in closer to Charlie and put my hands under her ass, lifting her hips up to my face. As I drew close, I could detect the faint, musky aroma of her woman sex. I immediately recogniz- ed the scent--it was what I had detected at the beginning of our first date. I realized that it was indeed a natural scent, the aroma of feminine arousal. No wonder I had found the scent so appealing. My mouth made contact with Charlie's sex, my lips brushing across the swatch of curly hair that grew so abundantly between her legs. I extended my tongue, drilling it through the bushy fur, and made contact with flesh. I could feel the furrow there between her legs, and I ran my tongue into its depths. It was wet and slick, and I licked across the flesh and drew my tongue back into my mouth so as to taste what her wetness was like. It was like nothing I had ever tasted, but it was delicious, with just a slight tang and sense of musk. I wanted more of it, so I brought my mouth fully against Charlie's wet flesh and began to suck and lap at it. I moved my tongue furiously, up and down Charlie's channel, from the upper beginning of her slit all the way down to where it widened out. In the wide part, I delved deeply, seeking out the hot pit I knew to be there. My tongue snaked into her wet, slick hole, probing its depths until my lips were flattened against the lips of her pussy. I quivered my tongue inside and twisted it around and around inside the hot sheath. Charlie hips began to heave up and down against my mouth and she made little soft purring sounds of pleasure. Slowly I pulled my tongue out of its recess and moved my attention up to Charlie's clitoris. I took it between my lips and held it here. Using just the tip of my tongue, I lashed the little button in back-and-forth motions and then with circular strokes. "Oh, yeah! Yes, yes, that's the spot," Charlie almost growled, hunching her pussy hard against my face. Her legs came up and wrapped around my back, spreading her pussy open wider and allowing me even greater access to her swampy, sleek girl flesh. Charlie reached her hands down and stroked the top of my head, her fingers combing through my hair. Suddenly she stopped stroking and each hand grabbed a fistful of hair, gripping it tightly. Her hips were moving rapidly, jerking themselves upward against me in quick up and down movements. "Oh, God, Timmy! Yes, that's the way. Ooohhhh, Timmieee!" Charlie groaned. She was moaning and starting to pant. Her legs which had been wrapped around me began to jerk and pull tight around me. She arched her back up and held her pussy against my mouth, and I could feel her pelvis vibrate. Little convulsions ran through her stomach muscles, and Charlie became frozen, completely still except for the spasms in her pussy, stomach, and thighs. I knew she was coming, and coming in a big way. Even more, I knew that I had done it for her, had given her the kind of pleasure that was causing her to moan and spasm. Charlie had been wet before, but that wetness was nothing compar- ed to then. My whole face was coated with her juices and some was even dripping from my chin, down my chest and onto my prick which was now standing up fully erect and throbbing. The whole inside of her thighs and all the hair of her pussy forest was soaked with her abundant flow. She had become so wet from her climax that it was almost like she had shot off like boys do. Slowly Charlie relaxed, the arch in her back disappearing as she lay back down on the bench. Her legs fell from off my back and down to the floor again. I took my mouth from her pussy and asked, "How was it Charlie? Did I do it right?" "Ooohh, it was right, alright. I haven't come that hard in a long time." Lifting her head up, she said, "I suspected you were a natural-born pussy eater the first time I saw you, and I was right." Charlie sat up on the bench and pulled me up beside her. Reach- ing her hand behind my neck, she pulled my face down to hers and put her mouth to mine. My whole mouth was still slick from her juices, and she licked the juices from my lips and cheeks. Then she slithered her tongue into my mouth and swirled it inside my lips seeking more of her juicy flow. Slowly the kiss turned into just pure lust, and she pressed tight against me. Finally taking her mouth from mine, she said, "The only thing I like better than the taste my juices is a boy's come. You lay like I was and let me feast on your hard prick until you come in my mouth. I want you to come big, so I can get a lot of your hot juice." I could hardly believe my ears. Charlie not only was willing to give me a blow job, she was eager to do it. And she wanted to swallow my come, to boot. My prick arched up and throbbed, hotly anticipating being engulfed by her mouth. I stretched out the bench just like Charlie had been and took the same position. Charlie moved down to between my legs and pushed them apart so that she could move her face up to my groin area. "God, you smell hot," Charlie said. "There's nothing that beats the smell of a boy's hot prick, and the smell of his come. I'm glad you came before, that adds to the good smell." Charlie grew silent and suddenly I felt something hot and wet move across the head of my prick. It was like a flash of electric current and my hips jerked upward in response. Never before had I felt anything so pleasurable, not even Charlie's hand moving up and down my wet prick. I realized that what I was feeling was Charlie's tongue swirling across and around the head of my prick. The feeling was unbelievably good and my prick and groin spasmed in reaction, sending a glob of juice dribbling out the slit. "Mmmm," Charlie said, and licked the dribble away. That, of course, only caused more to dribble out, and Charlie took the whole head in her mouth, licking and swallowing the flow of pre-come leaking so copiously from my pulsating, throbbing prick. I arched my hips up to her mouth and groaned, "Oh, God, Charlie! Ooooh, Charlie!" Charlie was apparently pleased by my reaction to her ministrations and moved her mouth even further down on my prick, taking about half its length into the hot cavity of her mouth. She sucked on it then, her mouth a wet, slurping vacuum cleaner. As she sucked, she moved her tongue in little fluttering motions over the area just below the head of my prick. My hips jerked up and down in response to the pleasures I was receiving, and my head spun in dizziness. I was being taken to levels of pleasure I didn't even suspect existed. If heaven were better than that, then I couldn't wait to get there. The only problem was that I was quickly reaching the level of orgasm. I wasn't ready yet. I was experiencing such exquisite pleasure that I didn't want it to end. Charlie must have sensed my impending climax because she withdrew her mouth from my prick and just gently blew her breath on the head. That by itself was very nice, and I could stood thirty minutes of just that. The breathing soon ended, though, and I could feel Charlie's fingers lightly brushing across my balls and bag. It was like I was being stroked by a feather, and the feeling was almost as good as having her mouth and tongue on my prick. Then I felt something new. It was the wet surface of the flat of Charlie's tongue licking my balls. She stroked them in circles, and then very gently took one my balls in her mouth and softly sucked on it. All this time my prick was throbbing and jerking, sending out a steady flow of juices. They ran down my prick and down to my balls where Charlie eagerly licked them away. Her tongue moved up the side of my prick and swirled in big circles as she sought out each drop that flowed from my leaking prick. Finally, she reached the head and once again took it into her mouth. Slowly she lowered her mouth lower and lower on my prick, taking it into her mouth inch my inch. Soon her lips were nestled in the curls of my pubic hair and my entire prick was buried in Charlie's mouth. I could feel the head bump against the back of her mouth and suddenly she moved down even further and my prick moved into her throat. It was tight, and as she gulped for air, I could feel the vibrations of her throat all around the rigid stiffness of my pulsating staff. Charlie moved her mouth back up and my prick came out of her throat and once again into her mouth. She pulled up so that all that was left in her mouth was the head. She moved her mouth down quickly and then back up. Then up and down again. With each stroke, she slurped her tongue around the head and the shaft and over the sensitive area just under the head. Up and down she went, and I realized she was fucking my prick with her mouth. My hips moved in reciprocal movements, meeting each of her downward movements with an upward one of my own. My prick was swelling and throbbing like never before, and I knew that soon Charlie would be getting a blast of my rapidly building come. Soon I could stand it no more and my hips jerked upward and locked there. The whole head of my prick swelled and then exploded a jet of hot come into Charlie's sucking, swirling mouth. My vision swam and the pleasure was so great I couldn't even catch my breath, just holding it as blast after blast of come spurted its way from my jerking, spasming prick. Charlie was gulping in huge swallows, swallowing each jet of juice as it flowed into her mouth. She softly crooned, "Mmmnn, mmnnn, mmnnn," as she gulped down my seminal flow. Soon my prick jerked in only little spasms, and I was finally able to catch my breath. Gradually my prick lost its rigidity and slowly shrunk back to normal. Only then did Charlie quit sucking on it and let it fall from her mouth. She looked up at me and said, "That was good. You taste real good. I liked that." "YOU liked it!" I muttered. "It couldn't have been nearly as good as it was for me. I've never been sucked off before, and that was the best feeling I've ever had in my entire life. God, Charlie, that was the best thing that's ever happened to me." "Like I say, I aim to please," Charlie said with a little laugh. "Besides, you did a good job on me, and I just wanted to return the favor. I wish we had time to do it again, but we had better get home before the folks give us hell." Charlie and I put our clothes back in order and arms around each other, we walked to her house. On the way, we agreed to a date the following Saturday. We decided that we would go to Zilker Park and go bicycle riding. She would pack a lunch and we could ride off into the woods and have a picnic. The way we both said the word "picnic," we knew what kind of picnic it would be. We might eat lunch, but we considered the other to be dessert. When we reached Charlie's house, we stopped on the porch and kissed a long, deep parting kiss. As we broke the kiss, Charlie reached down to my groin and rubbed my once-again stiffening prick and whispered, "Timmy, I'm not a virgin. Why don't you bring some rubbers to our picnic." Turning away quickly, she laughed softly and went inside her house. * * * FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TIMMY AND CHARLIE WILL FOLLOW IN CHARLIE3 A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE - PART 3 By Day Dreamer - - - - - - - - - - This is a story about the coming-of-age of a teenage boy in the 1940s. For the beginning of this story, the reader should download Charlie1 and Charlie2. - - - - - - - - - - When I left Charlie after our last date, I was almost floating on air. She had just given me my first blow job and my first taste of a girl's pussy. Pussy, I thought, it's the best-tasting thing there is. Charlie's pussy had a muskiness in both taste and aroma that was unlike anything I had ever put to my mouth. Having tasted it, I wanted more and more. Charlie's coming from my using just my mouth and tongue on her pussy made it even more unforgettable. The taste and smell of pussy was great enough by itself, but Charlie's pushing her wet pussy against my face and grinding it against my mouth as she stiffened and moaned had made it that much more memorable. As great as those experiences had been, though, they weren't enough. Regardless of what Charlie and I had done to that point, there was no getting around the fact that I was still a virgin. Maybe I had finger-fucked Charlie and had licked and sucked on her pussy until she cried out in ecstasy, but my prick hadn't yet been in her or any other girl's pussy. I literally ached to feel my rigid shaft buried in the warmth and wetness my tongue had explored. Charlie's pussy had been hot and slick on my mouth, and it had been good, but I knew that same heat and lubricity would feel a thousand times better to my prick. I was consoled, though, by what had happened during our last date. Before saying goodnight, we had made a date for the following Saturday to go bicycle riding and have a picnic in Zilker Park. As I kissed Charlie goodnight, she had whispered, "I'm not a virgin, you know. Why don't you bring some rubbers for our picnic?" My prick swelled to new hardness as I recalled those words. Bring some rubbers? Would I ever! I would go to the filling station and empty the vending machine--my pockets would be stuffed with rubbers come Saturday. - - - - - I saw Charlie in school early the next week. We met in the hall and she whispered, "I can hardly wait until Saturday. My pussy gets all wet and gooey whenever I think about it." "I can hardly wait, either," I whispered back, rubbing my hand up and down her arm. I longed to kiss her moist, inviting lips, but knew it could result in a trip to the principal's office if I did. We spoke a thousand words with just our eyes. Our tacit communication of mutual lust was so powerful I almost expected to see steam pour from the path between our eyes. Charlie leaned toward me and whispered, "Don't forget what I asked you bring." "How could I forget that!" I whispered back. "I've had a perpetual hard-on ever since." Charlie kind of laughed as she looked down and confirmed my statement. "You'd better get rid of that before next class," she giggled. "But it had better not be with another girl." "God, Charlie," I said softly, "I haven't even been able to think about anything other than you. There's no way I could even look at another girl, much less think about one." "That's just the way I like it," Charlie said, with a little grin. "My pussy's reserved just for you, so you keep your big old dick for just me." She lightly brushed her hand across the fly of my pants as she said this and my prick grew even harder from the soft touch. I ground my teeth together and thought: Oh, God, will Saturday never get here! - - - - - It clouded over Friday afternoon, and by evening it had started to drizzle. Oh, no, I thought, don't let it rain! I had checked out Zilker Park and found a little grotto back off the trail. Even though it would require some pushing of the bikes to get there, it was secluded, with hardly any chance of someone finding the area and interrupting my defloration. Now it was beginning to look like all my planning was going to be for naught. I went to bed Friday night using every kind of wish for clearing weather I could think of. I finally drifted off to sleep, the sound of rain on the roof lulling me into slumber. I awoke Saturday morning with my prick standing straight up and throbbing. Today's the day! I thought. Today, I get my end in, as the guys would say. Today, I'm going to get my first piece of pussy. A what a piece! There couldn't a hotter, prettier girl in the whole town than Charlie. Then I remembered the weather. Spreading the drapes apart, I looked out the window. It was a completely gray day, and a soft rain was falling into a big puddle outside my bedroom window. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" I muttered, seeing my plans dashed. Charlie wouldn't want to go bicycle riding in the rain. And if we didn't get to be alone out at Zilker Park, we wouldn't be able to make love, to actually fuck. I was so disappointed that my hard-on shrank up to nothing. I got dressed and dragged myself downstairs to eat some breakfast. I was really feeling low, and the Wheaties tasted like a bunch of straw with milk over them. I glanced at the clock and saw it was 9:30. I had told Charlie I would pick her up at 10:00, so I figured I had better call her and cry on her shoulder about our not being able to go out to Zilker Park. Maybe we could at least make a movie date for that night--a little kissing and hugging would be better than nothing. Better yet, maybe we could leave the movie early and park for a little while. That would give me a chance to play hide-my-finger-in-her-pussy and maybe get a hand job to boot. I was so horny that she would only have to touch my prick to make it go off. Charlie answered her phone on the first ring. "Hi, Timmy," she said. "I was wondering when you would call. It looks like our bicycle ride is a rain-out, doesn't it?" "That's not all that's rained out," I said, my voice low with self-pity. "Well, maybe it won't be," Charlie said. "You might be interested to know that my parents are out of town for the week-end, and I'm here at my house all alone. Instead of going out to Zilker Park for a picnic and bicycle riding, why don't you come over here and we can have our picnic inside. As for bicycle riding, maybe we can invent some other kind of riding. How does that sound to you?" My heart soared at Charlie's words, and my spirits rose from despondency to delight. My prick did it's own brand of soaring, too, stretching down my leg at the thought of being all alone with Charlie in her house. Playing house, I thought, Charlie wants me to come to her place and play house. "That sounds perfect," I finally managed to answer. "I'll be over there as soon as I can." "Put your car in the garage and come to the back door. That way maybe the neighbors won't get suspicious," Charlie said. I told my mom I was going to see a basketball tournament-- that I would be gone most of the day and would get something to eat at the game. I rushed up to my room and quickly showered and shaved, even putting on a little after-shave to smell good. I pulled up a chair and from the top shelf of the closet got down the shoe box where I had hidden my rubbers. In my excitement I must have crammed a dozen of them into my pockets. Better too many than not enough, I thought. Following Charlie's instructions, I drove my car into her garage and pulled the door down behind it. Then I went over to her back door and knocked lightly. The door opened immed- iately, and there stood Charlie. "Oh, Timmy, I'm so glad you could come," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the house. She closed the door behind us and moved up to me and put her lips against mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her tongue came out and snaked into my mouth. We stayed like that for a least a couple of minutes, revelling in each other's physical presence. Our lips separated and Charlie said, "Oh, God, Timmy, I was so disappointed when it started raining. I was really looking forward to going out to Zilker Park with you. Then my parents had an unexpected call from my grandmother, so they had to leave town without any advance warning. Having our picnic here seemed like the natural thing." My body was exquisitely aware of Charlie's breasts and hips pressing against me, and my prick was hard and throbbing in reaction. Charlie pushed her groin against mine and with a little-girl giggle said, "I can see you don't like the idea at all." "Oh, God, Charlie, ever since my call all I've been able to think about is being alone with you and playing house." I moved my hands to her firm ass and stroked her firm little buttocks, pulling her body even closer to mine, giving her an even more intimate feel of my hard, throbbing penis. "Playing house? Yeah, that is what we're doing isn't it? We can get to play like we're married, and do all the things married people do. I tell you what, since this is the first time something like this has happened for us, why don't we play like we're on our honeymoon? How would you like that?" "Oh, Yeah, I LIKE that." "Did you come prepared like I asked you to?" Charlie asked. "What do you think?" I said, patting the bulges in my pockets. "Good. Let's use them all." Well, as you might imagine, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Here I was in Charlie's house hoping to get my first piece of pussy, and she was talking like we were going to have our own two-person gangbang. My prick grew even larger than it had been before, and I was practically trembling in anticipation. Not from just the anticipation of getting laid for the first time, but also from the thought of knowing I might get to see Charlie completely naked in full daylight. I was hoping that maybe she would take off all her clothes for me and let me examine her body, explore all the parts of her flesh that until then I had seen only in my mind's eye. I had never actually seen her pussy or breasts in full light, or any other girl's for that matter, and I longed to be able to experience that vision. "Come on, follow me. We'll play like my bedroom's our honeymoon suite." I followed Charlie down the hall until we came to what had to be her room--there were dolls on a shelf and the room had the sweet scent of perfume. A big double bed stood against one wall, with a comforter spread across it as a bedcover. "You lay down on the bed and hide your eyes. I'm going to get some clothes out the closet suitable for a honeymoon bedroom." I liked the game Charlie was playing, so I followed her instructions to the letter. I could hear her rummaging around in her closet and then her footsteps faded as she went down the hall. I opened my eyes and held them on the doorway, waiting in anticipation for Charlie's return. After what seemed an eternity, Charlie's head appeared around the edge of her doorway. "Since this is a honeymoon, why don't you come out here and carry me across the threshold," Charlie said in the sexiest voice I had ever heard in real life. In less than a second I was off the bed and out the door to where Charlie stood. I stopped dead in my tracks. Charlie was a vision, beautiful beyond anything I had ever pictured even in one my wet dreams. She was clad in a filmy robe that I could see right through. And what I saw raised my lust to an even higher level than before. The swell of her breasts showed clearly, and the dark area around her nipples were like twin spotlights gleaming through the gossamer fabric. Her nipples made little points and their brownish pink tint wasn't hidden one bit by the covering. Glancing downward, I could distinguish that she had on panties that were almost skin color, except for a darker swatch of color very much apparent at the juncture of her thighs. Running up to the panties were darker lines showing that she had on a garter belt. I could hardly breathe I was so taken by Charlie's appearance. She was sex and lewdness personified, and she was dressed that way for my benefit, for my enjoyment. "Well, what do you think? Like what you see?" "God, Charlie, you're absolutely stunning. You're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen in my entire life." "That's just the outside--wait'll you unwrap the present. Now, carry me across the threshold." I picked Charlie up in my arms, pulling her tight against me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her mouth up to mine, her lips seeking mine. We kissed, our mouths hungry for each other's lips and tongues. Finally, we broke the kiss and I crossed the room and gently laid her out on the bed. I brought my mouth down to hers and we once again kissed. Charlie growled deep in her throat, a sensuous sound of hunger and passion. I felt the same way, but didn't know how to express it. I stretched out next to her, and we continued the kiss, our bodies drawing up against each other and our arms and hands squeezing and grasping in a wantonness born of our mutual teenage desire. I moved my hand up to Charlie's breasts and gently massaged the soft, resilient mounds. I tweaked the nipples softly between my thumb and forefinger, and Charlie pressed harder against my hand. I increased the pressure, and Charlie whispered into my mouth, "Yes, do it hard like that." Charlie's hands roamed down my back and moved under the waist of my slacks, caressing my buttocks. I imitated her actions and took her buttocks into my hands, softly squeezing and stroking them. The soft fabric of her robe and panties were a silken barrier, so I tugged the hem of robe up to where I could slip my hands under her panties and feel her bare flesh. Her ass was hot and quivered as I stroked the firm globules of her buttocks. She pushed up against me, rubbing her crotch against the hard bulge of my rampant, throbbing prick. Her hips thrust back and forth against me, and I felt like I might lose it if she kept it up. "God, Timmy, you're so hard. Doesn't it hurt your prick to be scrunched up like that?" "Yeah, but it feels good at the same time, especially when you rub against it." "Timmy, I want us to be naked. Honeymooners are supposed to be completely naked, and I don't want us to have a stitch of clothes on. Help me get these clothes off." Charlie sat up and I untied the bow that held her gown together. Slowly I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and the gown fell to the bed. Charlie then stretched out on her back and I reached for the waist of her panties. I tugged them down over her hips and she raised her ass off the bed just far enough for them to come all the way down. As her panties reached her thighs, Charlie's bush was completely exposed--a triangular mass of curly ringlets, just sparse enough to allow the crease line of her pussy to show clearly. I finished taking her panties off, drawing them down and off her feet. All she had on then were hose and garter belt. I unhooked the garters from her hose and pulled the stockings down her legs, caressing the inner parts of her thighs as I did so. Charlie pulled the garter belt around so that the snap was in front and she undid it, pulling it off and throwing it on the floor with the rest of her clothes. By now my hands were shaking and I was trembling in almost uncontrollable sexual excitement. Stretched out before me, Charlie was completely nude, her breasts standing up like firm little mounds, the soft rounded rise of her belly heaving up and down as the breathed rapidly, seemingly as excited as I was. Nestled at the bottom of her belly was the center of my attention--the core of her girl flesh. The lips of Charlie's pussy were gaping slightly open, displaying a narrow line of pink, moist flesh. And wafting up from her pussy was that musky scent that I had come to love so much. I put my hand down to Charlie's belly, and it trembled. My fingers drifted down until they were entangled in the matted curls of her pubic forest. Delving a finger tip downward, I encountered the furrow of Charlie's womanness and I stroked up and down the crease. It was slick with her juices, soft and creamy with her lubrication. The finger tip found the swollen nubbin of her clitoris, a hard little knot of flesh almost at the top of her pussy crease. As I rubbed my finger lightly across the little button, Charlie pushed her hips up and muttered, "Uhhh, oh yeah! That's my little love bud. It loves to be played with." I continued to explore Charlie's most secret parts, running my fingers downward until they found the entrance to her grotto of delights. I pushed a finger slowly into the juice- slickened sheath until it was buried to the knuckle, and then slowly pulled it out. While doing this, I lowered my mouth to those delicious looking breasts, taking a nipple between my lips and rubbing my tongue over the pebble-textured flesh. Charlie raised up on her hands, pushing her mounds to me, so that I soon had almost the entirety of one of them in my wide-open mouth. She snarled her deep-throated growl of arousal, lowered herself back to the bed, and said, "You get naked now. I want us both to be completely naked." I stood up beside the bed and almost tore the buttons off my shirt trying to get my clothes off. Soon I was down to just my Jockey shorts, their front pushed out by my swollen, throbbing prick. Charlie put her hand over the bulge and said, "It looks like you're as hot as I am." Hot? My God, I thought, hot's not the word for it. I was a raging inferno of lust. Finally getting to see Charlie completely naked--breasts unconstrained and jiggling from just her breathing and her pussy gaping and glistening from the wetness of her arousal--had my thighs quivering and my breath coming in gasps. I was so aroused I could hardly breath, and even my scalp was sweating from being so nervous and excited. Charlie tugged at the waist of my shorts and said, "C'mon, pull them down. You've been playing with my love spot, now it's my turn to play with yours." I struggled to get my shorts over my doubled-over prick and then finally down to and off my ankles. I sat down on the bed next to Charlie and turned to her. Putting my hands to her breasts, I stroked and squeezed them gently. Whispering, I said, "God, but you're beautiful. I never was able to get a good look at you before, and now I can see everything. I feel like I could look at you forever this way." Charlie gave me a mischievous grin and said, "Do I look good enough to eat?" "You look good enough to eat completely up." Charlie reached her hand down to the mat of her bush and said, "Why don't you start right here." I didn't need any coaxing and immediately stretched out on the bed, starting to get between her legs and feast on the delicacy of her pussy. "Wait," Charlie said, "do you know about sixty-nine?" I remembered reading in "The Diary of a French Stenographer" about how they had done a "double-header" and how excited I became at the thought of giving and getting pleasure at the same time. "Yeah," I said, "do you want to do that?" Charlie nodded her head, so I reversed myself to where my prick was right in her face as I once again bent myself to luxuriate in the taste, aroma, and texture of her hot, slick femininity. She grasped my throbbing shaft in her hand and stroked it up and down, wiping the pre-cum that covered the head over its entire length. "Oh, God, if you do that much more, I'm gonna shoot off. I'm so hot that all it'll take is just a few more touches." Charlie eased up on her motions and stuck out her tongue and just barely rubbed its tip across the oozing slit of my prick head. "I'm the same way," Charlie said between licks. "It's not going to take much to start my fireworks." It was both exciting and a relief to find that Charlie was as close to orgasm as I. I opened my mouth wide open and covered the whole of her vulval area, slurping and working my tongue in circles, delving into the gash of her pussy and searching out the entrance to her hidden depths. My lips moved over the swollen bud of her clitoris and she groaned and jerked her hips in response. My tongue found what it was seeking, and I made a little tube of it and thrust into the tightness of her wet hole. And was she ever wet. The whole area between her thighs seemed to be a fountain of her slippery flow. My entire face was covered with the juices of her slick secretions, and I lapped them up as they continued to seep out. She lifted her top leg and draped it across my shoulder, allowing my mouth completely free access to her sex. I dove in even deeper, caught up in the sheer sexuality of the moment. Her belly and thigh muscles were being to quiver, so I knew I must be doing the right thing. While I was busy enjoying Charlie, she had been wasting no time with me. As her excitement mounted, so did the intensity of her licking and sucking on my prick. She growled her lust growl and went at me with even more gusto, returning my frenetic oral actions with ones just as loving and wild. My whole shaft was buried in her mouth and she sucked on it, the warm suctioning carrying me to even greater heights of pleasure. Her thigh clamped down around my neck and her flesh began to quiver in little spasms against my mouth. The moans of her ecstasy vibrated around my shaft as she gulped down even more of my shaft, taking it in until her face was nestled in my pubic hair. Her hips shoved against my mouth and she stiffened, her pussy making jerking motions as it erupted in wild spasms. He had been wet before, but juice seemed to almost spurt out as she went into the throes of orgasm. She was coming, and coming in a way even more intense than I had seen before. The excitement of Charlie's orgasm was too much for me. I groaned and pushed my groin even closer against her face. The head of my prick swelled and a huge shot of sperm flowed up the shaft and jetted into the warm, wet cavity of Charlie's mouth. She pulled her mouth up so that only the head was still between her lips and swirled her tongue all around my prick, stroking the sensitive glans area. The liquid, slurping sounds of her actions filled my senses and I started jerking and thrashing my hips against her mouth, my vision shimmering as I experienced the most ecstatic moment of my life. I pulled my face away from Charlie's quivering pussy and groaned, "Oh, God, Charlie! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh." Charlie gulped like crazy, swallowing the globs of come that shot in jet after jet from my jerking prick. I could feel some drip down on my thigh, even her best attempts not being enough to take the huge offering of my saved-up store of come. We lay there, gasping, panting and quivering. Groans and sighs filled the room as we savored the after-glow of our mutual orgasm. "Oh, God, that was good," Charlie finally said, letting my now only half-hard prick slip from her mouth and sitting up. "I've been waiting all week for that. I've had to change panties a couple of times a day I've been getting so wet just thinking about today." Charlie lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me. Her lips were covered with a white coating of my slick sexual flow, and as she probed her tongue into my mouth I knew what my sperm tasted like. She, too, knew what she tasted like, what with my whole mouth and face being coated with her abundant juices. She licked around my mouth and said, "Umm, not bad. Now I see why you like to eat my pussy." TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4 A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE - PART 4 By Day Dreamer I was still limp from the incredible blow job Charlie had just given me. It had been the most intense orgasm of my life, and I felt languorous, luxuriating in its after- effects. Charlie's orgasmic fireworks had been as great as mine, and she too seemed totally relaxed as she lay beside me, her body nestled against mine. With almost languid motions, she gently stroked the hair on my chest and rubbed her hand lightly across my stomach, caressing me in the most intimate fashion. My arm was under her neck and draped down to her breasts, and I gently stroked and caressed them, returning her loving acts with those of my own. We continued like that for several minutes, idly caressing each other as we recovered from our mutual ecstasy. Ceasing her stroking, Charlie turned toward me and pulled my mouth to hers for another kiss. Our tongues searched out each other's mouth and our lips nibbled at the others. Charlie's hand wandered farther down, rubbing all around but not touching my still half-hard penis. In response to her erotic touches, my penis regained its full rigidity, filling out in girth and lengthening out to its full seven inches. Sensing my reaction, Charlie's fingers made a sneak attack, teasing their way through my nest of pubic hair and wrapping themselves around the hard and throbbing shaft. Charlie broke away from the kiss and whispered, "Oooh, Timmy the rabbit! You come back quick, just like I do, don't you? You're hot all over again, just like me, aren't you?" I turned on my side and moved my hand down between Charlie's legs, stroking my fingers up and down the slippery furrow of her pussy. "Just being with you like this is enough to keep me continually hard. You're so sexy, you're pussy is so hot and slick, I don't think I'll ever be soft again." Charlie smiled her mischievous smile again and said, "I'm glad you brought lots of rubbers then. I intend to take complete advantage of your hard-on while we have the chance. And speaking of chance, right now seems like the perfect one: you're hard and horny, my hole is hot and dripping wet and needs plugging in the worst sort of way, so what say we see if we can use all your rubbers before you have to go home?" Her words totally revitalized me. No longer was I relaxed and limp, but utterly and rampantly horny, just as if I had not had an orgasm only minutes before. The implication of what Charlie had said sunk into my mind and ran straight down to my penis. It jerked in Charlie's hand in response not only to her stroking but at the thought that I would soon get to plunge my shaft into the depths of Charlie's pussy. I still tasted her pussy on my mouth and recalled the tightness of her hole as I had delved my tongue into it. Soon I would be delving more than my tongue into that heat and wetness, I would be driving my hard prick into it, pushing it deeply up into Charlie's soft belly. By way of answer, I sat up on the side of the bed and reached down to the floor and took several condoms from out of my pants pocket. I lay down on my side and showed them to Charlie, proudly displaying my badges of manhood. She took one out my hand and tore the cellophane wrapper from off it and caressed the little rolled-up circle of rubber. "I'm sorry to make you have to wear this, but I'm right between periods and figure I'm fertile as a turtle. Maybe a couple of weeks from now, when I'm in my safe period, we can screw skin-to-skin. If you wouldn't mind getting a red dick, we could even do it doing my period. It's kind of sloppy, I know, but I like getting it then. Not having to worry about getting pregnant makes it especially good for me." I could hardly believe what I was hearing--Charlie was apologizing for my having to wear a rubber. God, if she only knew! I would have worn a inner-tube if necessary to get my first piece of ass. I would have wrapped my dick in layers of cellophane if I needed to. It didn't matter to me--I just wanted to get my prick in her pussy. I sure didn't want her to get pregnant in the process of my losing my cherry, though, and if the rubber provided protection against that, I would be glad to wear it. I had not told her I was still a virgin, so she must think I'm used to screwing girls without a rubber. Hiding my inexperience, I simply said, "That's okay with me." "Let me put it on you," Charlie said. "I just love putting rubbers on guys." She put the condom on the head of my penis and slowly rolled it down until its hard circle of elastic fitted snugly at the base of my shaft. "There," she said, "it's all dressed up in a shiny new raincoat." She stroked her hand up and down my prick's full length and said, "Okay, you look like you're all ready for action--let's see if we can give that rubber a good work-out." The moment of truth had finally come. There I was with a naked, willing girl beside me on the bed and all I had to do was crawl between her thighs and get my first piece of pussy. No longer was making love to a girl only a jerk-off fantasy, it now an actuality. I had been longing and dreaming of this moment for years, and now it had finally arrived. The only problem was that since I had never done it before I wasn't really sure what the mechanics were. Sure, I had read about doing it in the dirty books available to me and even seen pictures in fuck books, but they were pretty vague about the details. I sure didn't want to make a fool of myself--if Charlie suspected that I wasn't an experienced lover, she might lose interest in me. Well, it's now or never, I thought. Just do what seems natural--crawl up between Charlie's legs and plug her hole like she wants. And I did just that. I got on my knees and scooted up between Charlie's thighs, wedging them apart as I did so. "Wait just a sec, Timmy, let me get a pillow under me," Charlie said as she pulled a pillow down and put it under her buttocks. She spread her thighs wide apart again, exposing all her sexual secrets to me. Her pussy lips were gaping wide, glistening with the liquid evidence of her arousal. I moved up on my knees until the knob of my prick was lodged between those pouty labial lips and then I stroked it up and down the slick furrow. My first feel of warm, wet pussy surrounding the pulsating head of my penis felt better than any erotic fantasy I had every created in my mind. With a shaking hand I guided my prick head up and down Charlie's love channel, seeking out the opening I knew to be there. I came to what I thought was the opening and thrust my hips forward, seeking to sink my shaft to its depths. Instead of sinking into bliss, all I encountered was fleshly resistance. I had missed. I tried again, thrusting in eager anticipation of burying my shaft to the hilt. Again, I missed. Not only were my failures frustrating, but I feared they were exposing my lack of experience. "Poor baby," Charlie said, "let me help you find the right place." Charlie placed her hand around my penis and rubbed it up and down her wet gash until it was finally nudged into a depression down toward the bottom. She hunched her hips up toward me and I could feel myself sink into her. I reciprocated by thrusting my pelvis down toward her and suddenly my entire shaft was swallowed up in the warmth of Charlie's girl flesh. I shoved in until our groins met and our pubic curls inter-meshed with each other. "Ahhh, yesssss! That's...the... right...place!" Charlie growled, lifting her legs up and wrapping them around my thighs. Charlie squeezed her legs around my thighs and muttered, "Oh, is that EVER the right place!" I remained still for a few moments, revelling in the voluptuous feeling of heat and pressure that surrounded my deeply-buried prick. I thought the feeling of Charlie's mouth around my shaft was the most thrilling I had ever experienced, but it didn't compare to what I was now feeling. The sensuality of her naked body's being pressed full length against mine, the soft resiliency of her breasts as they pressed against my chest, the warmth and feeling of moisture that surrounded my pulsing manhood combined to make me dizzy with the realization of what I was finally accomplishing. With that act I had become a man. No longer was I a teenage boy virgin. Charlie pulled my face down to hers and with wide open mouth she pressed my lips against mine. Her tongue was a sinuous snake as it probed its way into my mouth. She ran it under my lips and into my cheeks and then worked it around and around my tongue, making oral love to my mouth. She lowered her hips a couple of inches, drawing my shaft partially out of her depths. Then she thrust her hips toward me, once again engulfing my entire shaft in her hot tightness. She growled her soft arousal sound and thrust her tongue its full length into my mouth at the same time my shaft was reentering her. It was more than I could stand; instinct took control of my body. I pulled the entire length of my shaft out of Charlie's hot sheath and then drove it back again as hard as it would go. The force of the thrust drove her hips down to the bed, and I pressed my groin hard against hers, seeking to extend my entire sexual being inside the unbelievable pleasure of Charlie's womanness. Charlie pressed back against me, and there was not even a millimeter of my penis that wasn't inside her. I felt as though my prick were a foot long and that it had penetrated into the very deepest part of her belly. Charlie had her eyes closed, a look of deep concentration on her face as if she were focusing all her mental energy on the coupling of our organs. As I pulled out, with just the tip of my prick still lodged inside her, Charlie opened her eyes and said, "Keep doing it hard like that. I love it when you do it hard and fast." If she wanted it hard and fast, then that was how I was going to give it to her. I didn't want this time to be our only one, so I was determined to do it the way she wanted, to make her like it so well she would want many repeat performances. Besides, it was feeling so good to just slam it all the way in and pull it out, that pleasing her would also give me maximum pleasure. Having just experienced an orgasm from Charlie's oral ministrations, I didn't feel any imminent risk of coming so I fell to the task with all the force I could muster. If ever there were a labor of love, that was it. I took both of Charlie's legs and lifted them straight up into the air, spreading them apart in a wide vee. This completely exposed her pussy to me and I could watch my prick as it drove in and out of her wide-open sex pit. As I pulled out, the edge of her hole made a circle around my shaft, stretching outward each time I pulled my hips back. The circle would disappear with each downward stroke, the outer edge of her pussy pushed inward by the force of my thrust. The feeling of Charlie's tight pussy rubbing against my shaft as it worked in and out was utterly fantastic, but being able to see the action of each stroke made it that much more incredible. I was practically beside myself with excitement. Just a few minutes earlier I had been hoping for the opportunity to see Charlie totally nude, and now she was stretched out bare-ass naked, her body fully revealed to my hungry eyes. I had hoped to get my first piece of pussy from her, and now my throbbing, hard shaft was driving in and out of Charlie's pussy right before my very eyes. This was the closest I had ever come to having a dream come true. With each one of my hard thrusts, Charlie's breasts jiggled all over, moving up and down and from side to side. They were a temptation beyond resistance, and I laid Charlie's legs on my shoulders and put both hands down on those jiggling globes of creamy girl flesh. I kneaded the mounds gently and then harder, matching my hand actions to the hard actions of my pounding prick. Charlie moaned and arched her back up to my hands, forcing more of the soft mounds into my hands for their massage. "Oh, yes! Yes! That's so good! Ohhh, God, it's so goooood. I'm getting so close." Charlie's rising passion caused mine to heighten. Only seconds before I had felt I could keep going all afternoon, but seeing Charlie's reaction, knowing that she was on the verge of coming, intensified my sexual pleasure and pushed me to the same orgasmic levels she was enjoying. Charlie's hips were rocking, pushing up and down against mine, matching each of my hard strokes with her own. I could see the muscles in her stomach begin to quiver, looking like flesh-colored Jello as the spasms spread across her abdomen. Her thighs were pressed against my chest and they too were beginning to quake. Charlie's eyes were tightly squeezed together and her head turned from side to side. Moans and grunts came from her mouth with each of my driving motions. Suddenly she opened her eyes and reached up for me, pulling my chest against her breasts. "Oh, God, Timmy, I'm gonna come again!" Putting her hand behind my neck, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me with the most wanton kiss I could imagine. She groaned into my mouth, "Mmnnnnnnnnnn, oooohhhhh, oooohhh, yessss, yesss, YES!" Charlie's whole pelvic area went into spasms, grabbing at my prick as it plowed in and out. She grasped my waist between her thighs and squeezed hard. Her hips rose completely off the bed as she arched her back and pushed her pussy up to me and held it there. Except for the spasms that wracked her whole bottom half, Charlie was motionless, thrust up against me. I knew she was coming and coming in the biggest fashion I had seen before. It was too much for me, and I thrust fully into the hot flesh of her belly, burying my shaft to its very limit. Semen flowed out of my prick in draught after draught, shooting out in what felt like a never-ending flood. I shook all over, my spasms matching Charlie's. Each of Charlie's spasms gripped my shaft, and it spasmed in perfect counterpoint with hers. We were both moving our mouths all over the other's, groaning and muttering, incapable of hearing our own sounds, oblivious to anything but the overpowering pleasure that swept over us in wave after wave. I was totally used up by the strength of my orgasm and collapsed on top of Charlie, relaxed and limp. Her legs fell from around my waist and nestled on the outside of mine, and then gently wrapped around mine and relaxed totally. After I I could breath again, even though in gasps, I realized that my full weight was on Charlie, surely causing her to be uncomfortable. I rolled off and lay beside her, our bodies touching from toe to shoulder, reluctant even in the after- throes of orgasm to break contact with each other. Charlie rolled over on her side against me and lifted one leg across mine. She put her arm across my chest and lay tightly against me as she panted into my neck, slowly regaining her breath. I was breathing hard too, my breath coming in big gulps of air as I recovered. We lay like that for about five minutes, each of us in our own little sensual heaven. Gradually our breathing slowed until we finally were near normal. Charlie broke the near silence by whispering into my ear, "Timmy, was that your first time?" I couldn't believe I had been that transparent, that I had made it so obvious I was a virgin. I was at a loss for what to say--it was a case of damned if I do and damned if I don't. Finally, I muttered, "Well, uh...." "It was, wasn't it?" Realizing that she obviously had my number, I decided that there was nothing to gain by denial. I nodded my head in affirmation. Suddenly Charlie moved completely on top of me and sat up, her legs spread apart and her ass on my stomach. The juice from her spread-wide pussy coated my belly and made it feel slippery and very erotic. "I knew it was your first time, and I love it," Charlie said, a smile of elation across her face. "You're the third guy I've had, and I was the first girl each of you had had. I love to be a guy's first, to know that my pussy is the first one his dick has ever been in. Oh, God, Charlie, I love you for letting me be your first girl." She demonstrated that feeling by leaning over on me and giving me a soft, very loving kiss. It wasn't hungry like the others had been, it was slow, gentle, and filled with tenderness. My penis, which had shrunken to just a half-hard, still encased in its come-filled condom, started to stir. I could hardly believe my reaction even myself. During the last hour I had had two of the most massive orgasms of my life, each one seeming at the time to be enough to last a lifetime, but now my prick was once again hardening, once again reacting to the sexual aura that Charlie seemed to radiate. My hard-on was wedged in the crease of Charlie's buttocks, so its increasing dimensions had to be apparent to her. Charlie halted her kiss for a second and squirmed her buttocks against the fleshy invader of her ass cheeks. I could feel her lips form into a smile as they remained on my mouth and she hummed a "Hmmnnnn" into my mouth. She lifted her face away from mine a few inches and whispered, "You really ARE a rabbit, aren't you?" I could only return her smile as I thrust my now completely hard prick against her firm ass. Charlie crawled off my torso and sat on her knees next to me. She put her hand on my now fully-hard prick and pumped it several times, moving the rubber up and down, sliding it in the accumulation of slick come that filled it. Returning the favor, I extended my finger and ran into her labial crease, pushing it in until the tip was on top of her swollen clitoris. I drew little circles with my fingertip, rubbing around and up and down Charlie's little love nubbin. "God, you're all ready to go again, aren't you?" Charlie said, as she continued to stroke my once-again hard and throbbing shaft. "I don't think I could ever get enough of you," I answered. "Hmmm, I like those words," Charlie said, giving me a quick kiss. Sitting back up, Charlie said, "You know, in a way, I'm still a virgin." "How's that?" I asked. Charlie turned around and got on all-fours, her firm rounded buttocks pointed right toward me. She dropped her head to the mattress and took her hands and spread the soft cheeks of her ass apart, saying, "I'm still a virgin right here." I could see the little brown rosebud of Charlie's anal opening as she extended a finger to it. "No one's ever had me there before--it's still completely virgin." I had read about anal intercourse, but believed it some kind of exotic and seldom-practiced form of love-making, not something that might be suggested by a teenage classmate. Now the idea didn't seem so farfetched--Charlie was talking as though she wanted me to use my prick on that little rosebud, to stick my prick into her back entrance. What had seemed almost fantasy before was now becoming reality and my prick throbbed even more as I considered the possibility of burying it in Charlie's hot ass flesh. "You mean you want me to fuck you in the ass?" I asked straightforwardly, still a little incredulous. "Yeah, I'd like to try it if you're willing. One of my girlfriends told me she takes it in the backdoor to avoid the chance of becoming pregnant. She says it doesn't hurt at all, that she comes big from doing it that way. Are you game to give it a try?" Was I game? Good Lord, Charlie was offering me the chance to screw her one virgin hole, to put my dick into the warm confines of her ass, and wondered whether I was willing to. The girl was a pure absolute wonder. "Do you think it will fit? Won't it hurt?" I asked, eager to try it, but nervous nonetheless. "According to Donna, if you use lots of lubrication, it doesn't hurt one bit. She says she likes her boyfriend's dick in the back every much as in the front. According to her, it's especially good if the boy plays with the girl's pussy while he's using her back entrance." "Well, if you want to do it and if you don't think it will hurt you, then I sure do want to try it. Your pussy's hot and tight, but your ass is bound to be even tighter," I said, as I reached out and stroked the baby-smooth skin of Charlie's buttocks. "I've always thought you have the sexiest ass of any girl in school, and this will make it seem even more sexy." I ran my finger down the crease between Charlie's buttocks and lightly stroked her tightly crinkled little brown anal entrance. She wriggled her ass in response and said, "Ohhh, that DOES feel good. I see now why Donna says her ass is more sensitive than her pussy." I ran my fingers down and dipped them in her pussy juice, soaking them with her feminine lubrication. Running my fingers across her little rosebud, I coated all the outside with the slick oil and rubbed in small circles. "Oh, yes, that really IS nice," Charlie muttered, moving her hips in circles to match my loving caresses. I delved the tip of my well oiled index finger into the center of the rosebud and gently pushed. Slowly, the finger entered until it was down to the first joint. I kept pushing and soon the entire finger was buried to the knuckle and completely surrounded by her hot anal flesh. I slowly pulled the finger out and then pushed it back in, finger-fucking her ass just as I had done her pussy. "Oh, God, Timmy, that feels so GOOD! I can just imagine how good your dick is going to feel in there." Charlie was moving her buttocks to and fro, returning the thrusts of my finger with her own motions. "Just think," she said, "you won't have to use a rubber. We'll be able to do it skin-to-skin, and that's a whole lot more fun." I hadn't even thought about that. Although I hadn't minded using a rubber with Charlie, I could imagine that screwing without one would be many times more voluptuous. Just the thought of feeling the moisture and heat of Charlie's flesh directly on my prick made my senses soar and my shaft jump and throb. "Good, that means I can rid of this now," I said, reaching down to remove the condom from my straining prick. "Wait," Charlie said, "don't take it off yet. That's what we'll use for lubrication. I can't imagine any kind of slickum better than come. Here, let me take it off so that we can save every drop." Charlie sat on the bed next to me and slowly pulled the rubber up my prick, squeezing upward to force the big blob of come up into the condom's end. She continued this until it finally eased up over my prick's rounded head. She carefully pinched the bottom, making sure that none was lost by dripping out. She ran her finger tips up and down my wet glistening shaft, just lightly brushing them over the surface. "Good, you're as slick as can be. Help me get that way now." Charlie returned to her previous position, turning her buttocks to me and spreading their cheeks as wide as she could. "Now use your come and slick me up, too. Spread it all around my hole and get as much inside as you can. I want to be just as slick as you are, both inside and out." Once again Charlie had called on me to perform a labor of love, and I eagerly fell to the task. I spread the slick sperm all up and down her crease and then got a glob on the end of my finger and pushed it into her hole, rotating my finger and trying to coat Charlie's hot insides. I repeated this process several times until the supply of sperm was almost depleted. It had worked marvelously. Charlie's asshole had loosened up from my probing and I could now push my finger in and out with no resistance at all. I squeezed the last of the sperm from out the rubber directly on my prick, slickening it up again to be sure I stayed as lubricated as much as she was. After dropping the empty rubber on the floor, I placed both hands on her buttocks and gently caressed them, brushing my finger tips over the soft, smooth skin. "I think that should do it--I used every drop of come, and we're both about as slick as we can be." Charlie crossed her arms and put them down to the bed. She laid her head on her hands and then raised her ass up even higher than it had been. She wriggled her two globes of girl flesh at me, letting me know in even a way I could understand that she was ready for me to plumb her anal depths. "Come on, Timmy, I'm a virgin waiting for her first feel of a boy's dick. Do it to me. My virgin hole is waiting to get its first taste of hard dick." Her motions had invited me, then her words. I didn't need a third invitation and pushed the head of my prick up against Charlie's anal opening. Some pre-come had oozed out of the slit and made it even slicker than it had been. Charlie's actions and words had raised my arousal to new heights, and my prick was throbbing and jerking in anticipation of the feel of Charlie's hot ass. I pushed hard against Charlie's ass and gradually the head of my prick spread the tight ring of her anus, allowing me a little penetration. "Let me know if it starts to hurt," I said. "No, it doesn't hurt. Keep pushing. I want all of you inside me." I pushed until the whole head of my prick was inside Charlie's ass, then paused for just a second to see if she were hurting. She thrust her ass back against my prick, trying on her own to get deeper penetration. Taking this as a signal that nothing was wrong, I shoved hard, trying to gain a couple of more inches. Instead of just a few inches, though, I felt my whole prick slide into Charlie's hot tunnel. Suddenly, I was all the way in, with my pubic hair brushing against the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. Charlie grunted as I bottomed out and then muttered, "Oh, yes," she said. "That's the way. Your prick is all the way in. I can feel it all the way up inside me. Ohhh, Donna was right--it doesn't hurt. It feels good. Really good." She growled her little snarl of lust and wriggled her ass against me, moving it in little circles that brought waves of pleasure to me. Charlie's ass was giving me pleasure beyond my belief. It was hotter and tighter than her pussy had been, and every part of my prick was gripped in the tightness of her anal flesh. I pulled out about an inch and then pushed back in. I could feel the slickness of the lubrication I had so generously applied, and the feeling was so pleasurable that I wanted it to last forever. I wished that there were just some way that such pleasure could be saved and enjoyed over and over again. Even though my mounting pleasure told me it would soon end, I wanted to make it last as long as possible. We were both losing a form of our virginity, and it was a moment I wanted to savor as long as possible. Inch by inch, I extracted my throbbing shaft from its snug enclosure. The tight circle of the entrance to that cavern of delight pressed hard against my glans as I pulled out until only the head was still enclosed in the heat of Charlie's ass. My prick felt abandoned, lost from its haven of ecstasy. The cooler air of the room on my wet shaft made it long for a return to the warm confines it just left. Still, though, seeking to prolong the pleasure, I pushed with a slow, deliberate thrust, returning my prick to its hot receptacle in the same manner as I had pulled it out. Charlie was impatient with the progress and thrust her hips sharply back against me, fully absorbing the full length of my prick into the heat and grip of her ass. I fell down on her back and put my hands around her body and took hold of her breasts that were hanging down from her body. I massaged them gently, with a soft, slow caress. Charlie wriggled her shoulders, pushing her soft mounds more forcefully into my grip. I remembered that she liked things hard and fast and strengthened my kneading of the soft mammary flesh. "Now I see why Donna likes this so much," Charlie said, her voice muffled from her mouth's being buried in her arms. I recalled that Charlie had said that rubbing the clitoris while ass-fucking made it even better, so I took one hand from her breast and moved it down to the juncture of her body. With one finger I felt for the top of her vulva, seeking out the furrow that held Charlie's little pleasure center. Her labial lips were swollen completely open and my finger easily delved into the wet gash. I probed downward until I found the little knot of Charlie's clitoris and rubbed it in circles and ran my finger up and down the slick channel, caressing and making finger-love to the sexy little nubbin. Charlie jerked her hips and ground her pussy against my finger, putting even more pressure on her love button. "Oh, yeah! Right there! Keep doing that--it feels so good." Charlie's hips were moving back and forth, pulling my prick from out her ass and pushing it back in again. I could have just held still and let her do all the work, but my pleasure was rising fast and lust took control of my hips. Matching my motions to Charlie's, I pulled out and drove my prick in and out of Charlie, using hard and fast thrusts. All thoughts of making the pleasure last were gone. All I could think of was the mind-bending pleasure that was radiating out from my groin, reaching up into my chest and down my legs. The tightness and heat of Charlie's anal channel were more than I could endure, and the big O of orgasm built up in an unchallengable tidal wave of ecstasy. Charlie was moaning and grunting, her sounds almost animalistic. I covered her pussy with my whole hand, using my thumb to continue the clitoral massage and pushing two fingers into the now pulsating hole of her pussy. It was even hotter and gushier than it had been before, and soon my whole hand was coated with the juices of Charlie's flow. I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy, matching the motions with those of my prick as it pounded in and out of her anus. I could easily feel the hardness of my shaft through the wall of her pussy, feel it's ravaging movements only millimeters away from my twisting, delving fingers. Charlie's hips were moving in non-stop motion, rotating in circles and back and forth against my belly. Even the cheeks of her ass felt like they were afire, as hot as the flesh that gripped my prick and fingers. Charlie was muttering with almost guttural sounds, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohhh, yesss! Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, oh, oh, ooooooooohhhhhh!" I was beginning to grunt, the wind driven out of me by each of my hard thrusts, and the room was soon filled by the sounds of pure, uninhibited lust. We were both on the edge of orgasm and quickly approaching the falling-off point. Charlie reached it first, stiffening and thrusting her ass toward me, gripping my prick in the tightest way her ass had yet taken hold of it. "Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she shouted. "Coming... coming...commminnnnnggggg." With great effort, I pulled my prick out of Charlie's grip and thrust in for one last time. My whole torso quivered and I grunted, "Uh, uh, uh," as my prick suddenly swelled to even greater size and jerked as a great spurt of sperm jetted out and shot into Charlie's interior. It was followed by another jerk and another jet. All I could do was groan as my passion erupted from my prick into Charlie's ass. Charlie turned her head to the side to where she could look up at me. "Oh, God, Timmy, I can feel you coming...feel it shooting out inside me. Fill me up with come. Shoot my ass full of your hot juice." The feel of my juices as they flowed into her ass and all over my prick was incredible. I pulled my prick out and pushed it in again, feeling how slick and even hotter my flow of come had made her anal passage. The motions intensified my orgasm even more and come continued to shoot out, still filling the depths of Charlie's belly. Gradually, though, the supply was depleted and my spasms slowed to where they were just little quivers, little jerks of my prick. Then they ceased entirely and I knew it was finally over, over except for the feeling of complete lassitude that followed an orgasm of that magnitude. Charlie must have felt similarly because she collapsed on the bed, pulling me down on top of her. My prick came out of her ass with a slight popping sound, and I could feel it covered with my come as it was once again exposed. As it nestled there between Charlie's ass cheeks, I could feel come flowing out of her anal opening coating my prick and the complete area between her ass cheeks, with some even dribbling down and covering her pussy. I rolled off of Charlie and lay face down on the bed next to her, my arm across her shoulders. She turned her head so that she was facing me, our faces only inches apart. Charlie whispered across the space and said, "That's the best it's ever been for me. Losing my virginity this time was so much better than the first time. Thank you for making it so good." She moved her face closer and kissed me, the kiss once again gentle and tender. Charlie and I lay there, our lips just barely touching, as we rested and recovered from the exertions of our massive orgasm. I moved my arm from off her shoulder and gently caressed her ass, feeling the part of her that just given me so much pleasure and had given me the opportunity to take her virginity. My hand moved into the crease between the buttocks and felt the moisture of our love-making. The whole area was slick from the flow of come that had escaped from within Charlie. It wasn't really an erotic caress because I was completely satiated. It was more a caress of satisfac- tion, of claiming the territory I had been the first to explore. Charlie opened her eyes and looked into mine. "You hungry? I really did make us a picnic lunch. Ready to take on some nourishment to make up for what we've lost?" I looked over at the bedroom clock and realized it was after one o'clock. It was past mealtime and I was ravenously hungry. "I feel like I could eat a horse," I replied. We got off the bed, and with us both still completed naked, she led me into the kitchen. She took a picnic hamper and table cloth and led me out onto their fenced-in patio and laid out the cloth on the ground. She removed sandwiches and thermos from the basket and spread them on the cloth. Being in the outdoors like that, it was almost like a real picnic. It was a picnic like none I had ever been on before, though. I had never been on a picnic where I was naked and the most beautiful teenage girl I knew was sitting across from me, legs spread wide apart, pussy gaping and giving me an unrestricted view of her sex. I was completely surprised by my prick's giving a little tremble and a hint of resurgence at the sight. Charlie saw the movement and laughed her pleased laugh. "Timmy, you are a wonder. I can't believe some girl hasn't latched onto you before. You must have rabbit blood in your veins. Just keep it under control for right now, though. I'm starving to death and want to concentrate on food. If your dick gets all hard again, it'll be too much of a distraction." With that, she took a big bite of sandwich and a drink of the cold lemonade she had in the thermos. I followed suit and soon we were satisfying the needs of our hungry stomachs instead of hungry libidos. We made short work of the food and Charlie gathered up the remains of our picnic and carried them back to the kitchen. I followed her, my eyes on her firm, rotating buttocks, watching the way they moved when she walked. From my recent experience, I knew they performed as well as their motion suggested. Without any surprise this time, I looked down and saw my prick had once again risen and was now at full attention. As Charlie leaned over, putting our dirty dishes in the sink, I prodded it up between her legs, letting her feel its hardness. Laughing softly, she squirmed her naked ass in reaction and said, "Don't you EVER get enough?" "Just seeing your naked body beats Spanish Fly all over the place," I replied, prodding my prick into the crease of her ass. Charlie turned around and rubbed her hands on my chest. "Let's take a shower first. I feel like I've got your come all over me. And we know where THIS has been, don't we?" she said as she laughed and touched my hard shaft. "Come on, we can take a shower together." I followed Charlie to her bathroom where she pulled back the shower curtain and got into the shower. I followed her in and we both stood there, body pressed together, as she turned on the spray of hot water. She took the bar of soap and washed me from feet to head, paying particular attention to the middle of my body. I couldn't hold back the groans when her soft hands soaped up my balls, lathered up the crease of my ass, and then stroked soapy water up and down on my fully erect and throbbing prick. She smiled at my reaction, saying, "I do believe you're all hot and bothered again. It looks like we may get to use another one of your rubbers." Taking the bar of soap away from her, I returned the favor, slicking her up with soap. I paid close attention to her breasts, spreading soap around and around them, making sure they were clean. "I'm making a clean breast of it," I said, kneading the soft flesh in my wet soapy heads. Charlie groaned, as much at my terrible humor as at the pleasure of my hands on her soft mounds. Then I lowered my attention further down, moving my hands between Charlie's thighs and up into her secret sexual areas. She spread her legs apart and kind of squatted, giving me complete access to her nether regions. As I washed and fondled her, I realized that for the third time that day I getting to perform a labor of love. I moved my hands to her ass and gently washed between her ass cheeks, cleaning away any vestige of my love offering. I completely covered her pussy with my hand and stroked and washed the whole area. I found the opening to her pussy and probed two slick fingers inside and gave her a soapy finger douche. Pulling out, the fingers found Charlie's swollen nubbin of clitoris and caressed it soapily. Charlie groaned again, this time solely from pleasure. She put her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth down to hers for a wet, soapy kiss. She probed her tongue into my mouth and continued our sloppy kiss as I continued to soap and wash her pussy. She broke the kiss and pulled away. "Oh, that's enough. I don't think I can take much more of that. Let's get dried off." We got out and Charlie handed me a towel. We said nothing as we dried ourselves off, but words were not necessary. Our eyes were on each other, each of us drinking in the other's nakedness. Our youthful lust had been rekindled and was now a raging fire. With body only half dry, Charlie grabbed my arm and pulled me back into her bedroom and over to her bed. I fell across the bed, waiting for Charlie to call the shot, to see what she might have in mind. Her eyes were drawn to my prick as it jerked in little motions and then her mouth, too, felt the attraction. She lowered her lips to my prick and took it between then, swallowing about three inches into her hot, wet mouth. I remembered our sixty-nine session and how good it had been, and pulled her mouth from off my prick. Silently, I pushed her down on the bed and then in reverse position stretched out beside her. Placing a hand on her hip, I pulled her over on her side and dove my mouth into the still-wet swamp of her pussy. She pulled one leg up, opening the area for my oral ministrations. Simultaneously, she lowered her mouth on my hard shaft and took about half of it into the warmth and dampness of her oral chamber. The shower seemed to have given both us new sexual vigor, and we slurped and gulped and made all sorts of lewd, obscene sounds as we made oral love. Even though I had already come three times that day, Charlie's attentions to my prick still felt great, and I knew I could provide her with at least one more offering of my sperm. As for her, I had no idea how many times she could come in one day, but it must have been many because she was already working her hips back and forth, emitting little moans of pleasure. I was determined to make her come before I did and dove my tongue and mouth fully to their work as I probed the depths and secrets of her sex. In a few moments, Charlie pulled her mouth from my prick and said, "Oooh, Timmy, you're about to make me come, and I don't want to come this way. I want your hard dick in my pussy when I go off." With those words, Charlie sat up and found the unused rubber we had left on the bed. She unwraped it and then rolled it down my prick until my shaft was completely encased in rubber sheathing. She then threw one leg over me, straddling my hips, her pussy poised just above the head of my prick. Slowly she sat down, the head of my prick entering into her pussy and then the shaft disappearing inch by inch as she lowered her hips and impaled her sex on my rod. "Ummm, that's nice," she said as she bottomed out, the lips of her pussy surrounding the base of my prick. "Now, let me do all the work and you just go along for the ride and enjoy yourself." I had read about the "Ride of Saint George" where the woman gets on top, and now Charlie was doing it to me. And riding was exactly what she was doing, raising her hips up and down, driving my prick in and out of her tight, wet pussy. I had already been aroused from Charlie's oral love-making, though, and it wasn't possible for me to remain still. Each time her pussy started to swallow my prick I thrust upward, driving up as she came down. My eyes were drawn to the motions of her firm breasts. They were jiggling up and down just a little, jerking in time to her hip motions. I reached up and grabbed them, holding them still and fondling them with my palms completely cupping them. She leaned against my hands, forcing more of her breast flesh in my caress. I kneaded harder, responded to her tacit request. "Oh, this is so good. I can feel your prick jerking inside me each time I hit bottom. Ummm, yes! Good! Good! GOOD!" Charlie said, accenting each of her strokes with a guttural "Good." Good as it was, though, it couldn't go on forever. I was rising to a peak and would soon be shooting out my love offering. Charlie's face was beginning to squinch up as she concentrated on her pleasure center, feeling the waves of pleasure flow out from where our bodies were coupling. Her pussy was beginning to tighten down on my prick, and little quivers of pre-orgasmic spasms were beginning to flutter her hot sexual flesh. I took my hands from her breasts and put them on her hips, raising her up and plowing her back down on my shaft. She raised her own hands up to her breasts, con- tinuing where I had left off, kneaded them, and stroking and pinching the little brown nipples that centered them. She threw her head back and growled, "Oh, yes, I'm there, I coming...coming...cominnngggg." I increased the speed of the way I was pushing her up and down on my shaft, and the motion of my hips driving in and out of her pussy became almost blurred. Finally, it happened. Orgasmic ecstasy filled my center and I jerked and jerked as hot come spewed out my prick like a liquid volcano. "Uhhhhh," I groaned as I held her down tightly on my prick, every inch buried inside Charlie's spasming, fluttering pussy. "Oh, God, I feel like all my insides shot out. It doesn't come any better than that," I said, pulling her down so that her breasts were flattened against my chest. I sought her mouth with mine and we kissed for a long time, coupled at both the bottom and top. After a while, Charlie sat up and eased herself from off me. She looked over at the clock and saw it was now after 4 p.m. "Hm, it's getting late. I've got to get this room cleaned up and aired out. Right now it smells like what the inside of a whorehouse must smell like." Charlie put her hand on my now shrunken prick and started to remove the come filled rubber. "I'd better start here," she said, pulling the rubber off and taking my limp prick in her mouth, laving it with her tongue and licking off the slick coating of come left over from our loving. It was hard to believe, but my prick still had life left it, slowly lifting itself up from off my belly in response to Charlie's oral actions. Charlie laughed and said, "Timmy, you're just impossible. That's going to have to wait until next time. Keep it hard like that and I'll take real good care of it the next chance we get." "When'll that be?" I asked. "Well, maybe it won't rain next Saturday, and we can have a real picnic. I'll make YOU my dessert." _ _ _ _ Well, I didn't use all my rubbers that afternoon, but it didn't take long before they were gone and I had to get others. Charlie and I did get to go to Zilker Park and use the grotto I had found. We weren't the first, because there a few used rubbers around. We added three more to the collection ourselves. And we went skinny-dipping, too, in the Mud Hole on Shoal Creek and the grassy bank got a good workout from our sexual activities. Just as Charlie had talked about, one time I did get a red prick. It was pretty sloppy, but still good. Making love to Charlie was always good, no matter what the circumstances. Mainly, though, we made love in the back of my car as we went to drive-in movies or parked out by Versay's Dam. I kept a tube of K-Y Jelly in the glove box, and we used it when we wanted some down-and-dirty ass fucking. All told, we had six months of heaven before Charlie's parents moved to another city and took her with them. Before she left, Charlie introduced me to her friend Donna, who it seemed, had just broken up with her boyfriend. I suspected that Charlie had told Donna about me and that, in a sense, Charlie was passing me off to her. Remembering what Charlie had said about Donna, I had no objections to being passed from Charlie's hands to Donna's. As it turned out, happily accepting my fate was one of the smartest things I ever did. Donna was as hot, if not hotter, than Charlie. 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