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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
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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. Armed with the confidence
I had gained from my experiences with Charlie, I was able to
give Donna the type of loving she wanted. The telling of
that experience, though, will have to be left for another
time and another story.
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