("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Charlie by Comsu41 (address withheld) *** Charlie's uncle helps her to her first orgasm and then Charlie wants to include her best friend in the wonderful discovery. (Mgg, ped, 1st, inc) *** Charlie was my favourite. As we got to know each other through her growing years, she became more affectionate: she would run up and hug me when I arrived at her house. She had a husky voice and a beautiful, innocent peasant face. Her mother thought her a tomboy and an unruly child; I thought she was alive and fun. We went for a long family walk in the local beech woods. Charlie walked and talked with me, sometimes holding my hand. When she got tired and we dropped behind the others, she asked me to carry her. "On my shoulders or back?" I asked, and she decided on shoulders. I swung her up, and felt her warm body as she settled against my neck and dangled her little legs down my chest. We trekked on through the trees, and every time I stepped over a log, or hopped across a little stream, I became more aware of her warm crutch pressing on the back of my neck. She seemed to like the bumpiness of her ride, rocking on me so that at first I thought she was urging me on, riding me like her horse; but then I began to feel wetness on the nape of my neck. "Do you want to do a wee?" I asked her, and started to swing her down on the ground. "No, no," she said brusquely, "I haven't finished." "Finished what, Charlie?" She said: "The feeling. I want to finish the feeling." My heart jumped, alarmed with excitement. I asked if I could help her finish the feeling, and she said, how? I found a beech tree with a low level branch, and lifted her up on to it. "So where exactly is the feeling?" I asked her. As if I didn't know. She said "In here," and pointed between her open legs. My head throbbed. I said "OK, sit there and hold on to me, and open your legs wide. Now tell me if this makes the feeling better or not." I lifted her frock and pulled aside the damp crutch of her knickers, and there at my face was her beautiful vulva, smooth and hairless, swollen labia slightly parted round her dark pink slit, smeared with her young love juices. I bent forward and kissed between the lips, dizzy with daring. But she pushed me away, startled and affronted. "What are you doing?" she said; "that's where I do a wee." "Yes, I know. But it's also where the feeling is. Just sit there a moment and see if it feels good; and if it doesn't... well, we'll stop. OK?" She said OK. Still pulling her knickers aside, I kissed her vulva again, and then stroked with my tongue from bottom to top between her soft lips, firm and smooth, pushing deeper between the frills of her inner lips and under her little clitoris, sucking it gently, nudging it from side to side. I felt her begin to relax, till soon she started rocking again. I stopped and looked up at her. "Is it nice or nasty?" "It's nice," she said hoarsely. "Do it again, quick." I said, "I want to take your knickers off first: is that OK too?" She nodded and lifted her bottom, one side at a time, as I pulled them under her and down round her feet. Her smooth legs were opened wide, her naked bottom sat on the cool grey branch; her labia parted to display her moist pink membranes. She held tight to my head as I nuzzled into her; I rubbed my nose on her clitoris and pushed the tip of my tongue into the mouth of her little, tight schoolgirl vagina. I kissed the inside of her thighs, flattened my tongue over the twin mounds of her labia and sucked her whole vulva into my mouth; I licked her juices until soon she began rocking harder, leaning forward over me. With the tip of my tongue nuzzling round her clitoris, I sucked it gently till it became gorged and gradually changed from soft and small, to a firm, urgent swelling. She rocked harder and her legs alternately opened wide and closed tight on me. As I sucked her clitoris I slid my tongue in and out of her little, tight vagina mouth. And finally, without warning, her orgasm came. Her legs were over my shoulders, squeezing my head. She didn't make a sound, but she gripped my hair and pulled me into her and jerked hard against my face, and I think I lifted her right off the branch while I held her in front of me and tongued in her secret wet cave, until she gave a little shiver and began to go limp. I hugged her and stroked her hair. After a while I pulled her knickers back on, up round her small tight bum; then I lifted her back on my shoulders, and we trotted off to catch up with the others. She sat quiet for a bit, jogging on my neck. Then she said conspiratorially: "Me and my friend Melly, sometimes we do it together. I mean, we tickle our bottoms down there. I watch her and she watches me. But we can't make the feeling do that." Pause. "I mean," she explained earnestly. "We rub ourselves so it makes us all shivery; but we never had a brilliant end like you just made me do. Is it because someone else has to lick us? Because we can't reach down to do it ourselves?" I said "No, you can do it to yourself, with your fingers. Or you could do it like I did, licking each other." "Ugh, right! Lick her private parts? No thanks!" she said vehemently. I giggled, but she was quiet for a moment. Then she said: "Couldn't you do it to her too, so she can see what it's like?" "No, no!" I said in alarm. "You've got to keep it a total secret. You mustn't tell anyone, not even your sister, your best friend, whoever. OK?" Charlie said reluctantly: "Alright, alright, I suppose so." Then she added: "But she's really good like that, she doesn't give away anything if I tell her not to. Honest, I know she wouldn't." I was still adamantly against it - or I thought I was, till I found myself arranging to take Charlie and her friend one afternoon to the kids' puppet theatre. It was a lovely show, but after introducing me to her friend Melly, Charlie held my hand in the half-dark and distracted me by pressing it on to her lap, pulling it under her frock, making sure Melly could see her daring. Afterwards we went back to my flat for tea and cakes, and then Charlie went to work. She whispered in Melly's ear, as they sat together on cushions on the floor. They both kicked off their shoes, but Charlie, hiding her face coyly behind Melly's back, began to pull off her knickers too. Melly, burning with shyness, her head down, nevertheless watched Charlie intently. "Come on then," Charlie ordered, "I've done it, now you've got to." Melly squealed with embarrassment and turned on her tummy, burying her face in the cushions. But Charlie wasn't fooled: she knew the language. She sat astride Melly, pulled up her skirt, and began to push her knickers down off her bottom. Melly wriggled and pretended to resist, until she was naked from the waist down. Charlie, still in charge, pulled Melly's unresisting legs wide apart. I watched her smooth, dry labia peel open to show the pink membranes round her tight, closed vagina. "There you are!" Charlie looked up at me triumphantly. "Now you can do it to her!" I leaned over and said softly: "Is that what you want, Melly?" She said nothing, but nodded her head in the cushion, and gave her bum a wriggle. "Lift up your bottom, then," I said, "so you're kneeling with your legs apart." She obeyed, her face still buried in the cushion; and Charlie helped things along by taking Melly's gypsy skirt off so she was left with just her top. I knelt behind Melly and touched her bottom, one hand on each small buttock, pulling them gently apart, my thumbs reaching in to open the creamy twin folds of her little, smooth lips. She was shivering. "Isn't she beautiful, Charlie," I whispered, and pushed my nose into Melly's open crease, smelt her sensual smell, tasted her juices, just beginning to run, and felt her hot skin and soft wet membrane. I wriggled my tongue in her delicate slit and sucked her small clitoris. Charlie bent down, her face close to Melly's. "Does it feel nice?" she murmured. "Isn't it better than when we tickle ourselves?" Melly nodded, her face half hidden in the cushion, her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her bottom squirmed in my face, her lips swelled apart; even her little anus was slightly open. I pushed my tongue into it, expecting her to react in horror; but she stopped moving for a moment, and then pushed back shyly on to my tongue. I slid in and out, feeling her sphincter begin to make tiny squeezing movements, her buttocks alternately clench and relax apart. I slipped out of her anus, now pink and wet, and traced my tongue down to the beautiful parted lips of her vulva. I licked up and down the depth of her slit, sucking her, nudging round her clitoris, just beginning to swell stiffly, dipping into the edge of her tight vagina. I heard Charlie talking urgently in her ear: "Turn over, Melly. Lie on your back, so he can do it like he did to me!" Charlie was clearly on a peak of excitement. I leaned back and we rolled Melly over on the cushion: she held her arms across her face, but her knees were drawn up and her legs wide apart. She was glistening wet round the top of her thighs. Then she suddenly took her arms away from her face and reached up to pull my head down into her warm crutch, lifting it to meet me. Touched by her open need, I held her waist and kissed the inside of her legs, the base of her tummy, the outside of her vulva. I rubbed my lips sideways across her clitoris, blew on it, sucked it, butterflied it with the tip of my tongue; her pelvis moved with me like a dancer. "Oh, Charlie!" she panted, "it's so nice... did it feel like this for you?" "Yeah," said Charlie hoarsely, but her head was bowed low over her own open legs, watching herself masturbating. Her little hand flew over her clitoris, and I noticed Melly gazing intently into Charlie's crutch, just a foot away from her face. "Charlie..." she said breathlessly, "could I... would it be really weird if I tried licking you?" Charlie stopped and looked at her. "I don't know," she said doubtfully; and then: "but I want to feel it too." Melly had already reached out and touched her fingers inside Charlie's vulva, and Charlie gave a shiver. She looked at me as if to ask advice. "Go on, Charlie," I urged. "Let her do it if she wants to. Look, take your skirt off... right, now just kneel over her face, one leg on each side of her head..." She did so, gingerly, and cautiously lowered herself. She gave a sudden squeal, as her fanny touched Melly's open mouth; then she crouched down over Melly's body and I watched her begin rocking her bottom sideways, back and forward, wriggling, pressing on Melly. Charlie laid her face on Melly's tummy and watched me close up, rubbing, sucking, licking, in Melly's hot, straining, saturated cave, pulled wide open by her parted legs, her juices oozing from between the pink frills of her inner lips and the dark open mouth of her little vagina. I reached over Charlie and stroked her back, down to her bum, round to her anus. I licked my finger and gently slid it in. She pushed against it, wiped her wet cunt over Melly's face, squirmed hard over her. Melly was doing to Charlie what she felt me doing to her. Both of them were electric, wet with pleasure, exploring themselves and each other, wriggling and squirming desperately as their sexual excitement rose to its peak. I saw Melly's hands come up to grab Charlie's waist: her back arched and she began to bang her crutch up into my face. "Oh Charlie, oh Charlie, harder, harder, oh, the feeling's coming... nngg..." as she pushed her face into Charlie's cunt; and Charlie was rocking furiously on Melly, her crutch pressed on to Melly's hungry mouth, her face on Melly's tummy, sucking and kissing frantically, her head next to mine, until suddenly she pushed me away and reached for Melly's open wetness, buried her face in her crutch and rubbed with her mouth from side to side in a frenzy. They were both panting, giving high, desperate moans, till they clutched each other tight. I saw Charlie freeze rigid as her orgasm rose to a peak and took hold of her. Then I heard her muffled shout into Melly's vagina as they both climaxed together, jerking madly on each other in their final spasms, grasping and squeezing each other's legs, bums, squirming, squealing, wriggling out the last convulsions. That was it. Charlie lay open-mouthed, wide eyed, still stretched out on Melly, as they subsided, gasping. They lay quietly together for a moment, panting. Then they began to touch each other again, beginning to laugh, giving a brief wriggle against each other's nakedness; another phase of slow rocking, a silent squirm, all still in the same position. Legs twitched, love juice slurped, they murmured and giggled to each other. I began to realise that they weren't finishing, that their orgasms weren't the end, but the first discovery, and they were still playing with each other. From time to time one of them would clutch tight and jerk against the other, as a second and a third orgasm shook them. It was too much to watch: I opened my jeans and took out my cock, close to explosion, and began to wank as I watched them. Melly still lay with her head under Charlie's open vulva; but Charlie, sitting stroking Melly's thighs, looked up and saw me. She turned to Melly, and I felt an electric shock as she said: "Let's do the thing with him!" Melly said "What thing?" and Charlie said, "You know, what grownups do in private. What they do in bed." Melly looked astonished. "What, you mean the fucking thing?" Charlie said yes. Melly said "We can't, we're too small; I don't know how to, I don't know what to do." Charlie said "So? I don't either. But he can show us. I'm not scared. Are you scared?" Melly said she was. Charlie said "Well, what if I try first, and I'll tell you what it's like." I felt I had become marginal, an optional resource of possible use. They looked at each other, impressed with their own daring. Then together they pushed me over and began to strip me: they knelt by my feet and each tugged on a leg of my jeans, while I lay on my back watching them pull and gazing into their open fannies. When I too was naked, they sat back on their heels and stared at the frightening erection pointing up from my crutch. I lay still, waiting to see what they decided. Melly looked scared. Charlie sat looking thoughtful. She said doubtfully, "It's very big. Maybe it can't go inside me." Finally she said "Look, we can just pretend to do it. Like this." And boldly she sat astride me, opened her legs wide, and pulled my throbbing cock in against her beautiful soft fanny. She held it there between her lips, my semen streaking her smooth belly; then she began to move up and down. The tip of my penis lay against her wet membrane, sliding up and back along it, sometimes catching on her clitoris and making her gasp. Melly, kneeling beside my chest, was watching closely, and finally she too stretched out her hand and touched my cock. "Ooh, it's all slithery," she said, pulling it towards her. She began to get excited. She straddled my stomach and lay flat on me, her open vulva in my face, her head by my cock, her hand round its base. "Keep still a minute," she ordered Charlie, reversing the roles. With her other hand she pulled Charlie's lips wide apart and felt for the opening of her vagina. "Is that your hole?" she asked; but Charlie, for once, was silent. Melly carefully pushed the tip of my cock, hard and trickling wet, deeper into the warmth of Charlie's vulva. I didn't move. My glans lay throbbing between her hot inner lips. Melly pressed my tip into the vagina entrance, the soft, wet, wonderful mouth clasping the head of my cock. I was dizzy with it. But Melly carried on: "Go a bit lower now," she urged Charlie. "It's nearly in you." Charlie inched down over me, but gasped and stopped. "It does hurt," she said reluctantly. "Oh, go on, Charlie, you can't stop now. Look, hold it there and I'll help you." She got up and knelt behind Charlie and reached round to stroke her thighs, her Venus mound, her tummy. Then she became impatient, and began a new tactic, tickling Charlie's waist and ribs and under her arms. Charlie was very sensitive: it made her jump and wriggle and contort, and suddenly she gave a short sharp scream as a writhing twist dropped her down on me; she had broken her little hymen on my penis, I was in her, she was over me, round me, a tight wet ecstacy. "Darling Charlie," I said. "Don't move if it's hurting bad". I stroked her hair and we all sat quiet and close for a while. My cock stood still but throbbed hard, my glans inside its tight illicit cave. Melly looked admiringly at Charlie - at her face, at her fanny with its creamy lips curved tight round my penis, at her peeking clitoris, back at her face. After a while Charlie tried moving. "Ow," she said. "It does hurt. But underneath it feels really nice." Finally she dragged herself carefully off me and sat watching my penis - still stiff and swollen, yearning for its own orgasm. Then Melly moved. "I want to try," she said, shy all over again. She took up the same position, astride me, pulling my penis in between her legs, between her lips. And as before, her excitement came quickly. She lifted herself up till her parted vulva was over my cock; then, her head bent low so she could see, and holding her lips wide open as she lowered down, she guided my slippery glans into her own dark pink cave. She kept coming down in little surges, her eyes tight shut, clearly feeling the pain. She collapsed forward on my stomach, arms round my waist; but still the mouth of her vagina came lower. She felt painfully tight round my cock, but she came right down until I could actually feel what must have been her young, virgin cervix at the top of her little vagina. She lay still on my chest, panting softly, and I discovered tears on her cheek. "Melly, Melly," I said in her ear, stroking her hair, "you did too much, didn't you? Does it hurt a lot?" She nodded, and Charlie put an arm round her while I stroked her fairy spine down to the small of her back. And then, in the middle of comforting Melly, taking me by surprise and without my permission, I finally came. Cunnilingus and virgin penetration had built up an unstoppable pressure, and suddenly it burst. One minute I was sitting up, gently cuddling Melly; the next, I was gripped in a spasm and pouring a hot jet up into her sore vagina until it stopped, then another spurt, then a bit more. "Oh god!" I said with remorse; "oh god, Melly, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Are you alright?" I'd felt her jump in shock when it happened, lifting her body slightly as if to avoid the upward stream: now she sat up straight on my cock and looked at me. "Did you do it in me?" she asked seriously. I nodded uncomfortably. Then I saw the smile on her face, spreading into a wide grin. "Did I make you come?" she asked triumphantly. I nodded again. She just said "Wow..." and again, quietly, "wow..." Then she began to lift off me. Glancing down at the crime scene, she said "Oh look! You're bleeding!" Sure enough, there was blood round the base of my cock. I said, "It's not me, darling, I think it's you. See, you did hurt yourself." She said, "Well, it's not so bad now. I think it got better when you did that stuff in me. I'm all slippery now." And then - "Oh look! It's starting to run out of me!" And Charlie and I watched as the creamy trickle, tinged with red, ran out of her open slit and made a dark patch on the cushion under her. Melly was still fascinated by her achievement. "I felt it come in me!" she said excitedly. "I felt it, sort of... splash up me, right inside me. I mean, I was still hurting, and then it came in me, and I felt me going all slippery inside, and it didn't hurt so much after that. But it was... it came inside me! And now it's coming out!" After that we agreed we wanted a bath, so we ran one and decided all to get in at once. Melly got in and sat at one end. Charlie said she had to do a wee first, and she went and sat on the toilet; but I grabbed her before she could start and told her she had to do it in the bath; I held her up with my hands under her thighs and her back against me, and stepped in. She protested and tried to hold it back, though it was already starting to dribble out of her. I said "I can wait longer than you!" and I held her high with her legs wide open, until she couldn't keep it back any longer. First it trickled out, then it streamed, while I clamped my hand over her orifices, pretending to try and stop it, so it squirted through my fingers. I whirled her round and sprayed her wee over myself and Melly. They both began to giggle as I sat down in the bath with Charlie between us, and Melly said she wanted to do a wee too. She clambered over Charlie and climbed up on me, pushed her vulva in my face and squirted all over it, squealing with laughter. I loved the hot stream and caught some in my mouth, to their delighted horror. After that day they never offered any sexual relations with me again, and I guessed they were happy enough in the pleasure they were discovering in exploring sexual love with each other. I - was just left feeling bereaved after the once and only thrilling, illicit exploration. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 62