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