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