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From: "Karen Souleman" <raven_soule@c4.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP - Opening Karen 1 (MF, Ff, inc, cons, Pedo)
Date: Mon,  6 Aug 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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OPENING KAREN

As this is my first attempt at putting experiences into words, I thought I would 
write about my first experience.

The early Eighties in the UK had some nice summers, I was with my Aunt Gail, 
Uncle Paul and cousin Rae camping in Dorset. My father having died when I was 2, 
I didn't have the practice of living in the same house (in this case caravan) 
with a man. A grown MAN.  The fact that I could clearly hear, and feel the 
caravan rocking from, Gail and Paul's love making only added to my building 
frustration. I was eleven, parts of me were in puberty (though some parts never 
bothered - my chest refused to have anything to do with this chemical assault on 
my person). My hormones started to kick in and take charge. I didn't have the 
sexy, tight fitting clothes that my friends had (couldn't afford them then) but 
a few tee shirts, shorts and some imagination, can work wonders.  I was ready to 
conquer my Everest, Uncle Paul! 

For two days I would run around after him, fetching and carrying, taking every 
opportunity to lean forward and give him a view of my hidden 'treasures'.  
Little realising the amusement that this gave my Uncle and Aunt. The only 
indication that Gail gave that she'd noticed my behaviour was to say "Karen, be 
careful what you ask for, you might get it". I was too wrapped up in chasing my 
Uncle to hear what she said.

Tuesday came and Aunt Gail took me shopping. We would meet Uncle Paul and Rae on 
Studland beach later. Aunt Gail wanted a new bathing costume, she thought that 
mine was also ready for the rag bag. (Why? I'd only had it for a year, it was 
practically new.)  Poole had a number of high-class stores and the assistants 
would assist (and the sight of a credit card meant REAL money in those days). 
Aunt Gail chose a number of costumes to try on, all bikinis! She tried them on 
and she and I had a lovely time selecting those that she bought. Each time I saw 
her I swore that I would have tits like hers, a firm 36C (even today an A cup is 
a little loose. I prefer a breast band or nothing). Then it was my turn, Aunt 
Gail (only now it was "call me Gail, Aunt makes me felt old"). Selected a number 
of costumes and took me into the changing room. She dismissed the assistant 
("It's alright I can sort out my niece, you go and start cashing these up) and 
told me to undress, As I slowly took off my shorts and sandals Gail realised the 
cause of my hesitation. She held my face in her hands and told me that I would 
soon start to grow. My body just had a little catching up to do that's all. 
Then, gently, she lifted my tee shirt up and over my head. I looked down at my 
flat chest and practically hairless Mons.  Holding me either side of my chest 
Gail lightly rubbed her thumbs over my nipples. Fireworks EXPLODED in my chest. 
I had never, ever felt anything like that. "Look" she said "your nipples seem to 
be working properly". I did look and saw the two hard points forcing themselves 
out of my chest. "Do it again" I asked her, "Please". Gail giggled and stroked 
me again. "OH GOD", my knees went weak. "Now, plenty of time for that later. 
We've got to get you a bikini. The only words I heard were "get you a bikini". 
It took an hour but Gail finally chose three bikinis for me. We took these to 
the assistant and sat in comfortable chairs while she did the necessary 
paperwork. The final bill was over  50 pounds! The doorman hailed a taxi, which 
took us to the road alongside Studland beach. 

Gail had obviously been here before as she led me straight to a path between the 
dunes. Cresting the last dune We saw the sea and the other sun bathers. They 
were nearly all nude! This was a naturist's beach! Looking round we couldn't see 
Uncle Paul and Rae, but Gail led me along the beach away from the estuary. 
Nearly all of the family groups that we pasted called out to Gail. Greeting her 
and asking where Paul was. Only a few minutes later we heard Rae's dulcet tones 
as she told her dad that she wanted to go for a paddle. Gail smiled, I loved her 
smile it was like watching a light go on in a dark room, all the shadows and 
worries were chased away. We found them both in a small valley between two 
dunes. A hot suntrap shielded from the light wind. I was a little disappointed 
that Uncle Paul was wearing swimming shorts, though I couldn't believe that my 
Aunt and Uncle were nudists. Gail selected one of my new bikinis, "Put this one 
on, it goes so well with your hair." I took the bikini and hurried behind a dune 
to change.  I held a towel in front of me when I returned. Uncle Paul though had 
taken Rae for a paddle. This gave me time to get used to my near nakedness.  
Gail also changed, though her bikini used much less cloth to try to cover much 
more body.  

Gail lay down to sunbathe. "Rub some cream on my back please Karen" she asked. I 
put the cream onto my hands first, to warm it. Then spread it across her 
shoulders. "Undo my top please Karen, I don't want it to be stained when I've 
just bought it." I unclipped the strap and laid the ends by her sides. Gail 
lifted herself a little as she pulled her top from beneath her and tossed it 
onto the pile of her clothes.  I continued  to apply cream to her back, my hands 
coming down her sides and over the sides of her breasts. Feeling her soft skin 
under my fingers, the muscles sliding and moving within. The firmness of her 
breasts. I was getting turned on by my Aunt's body.

Then it was my turn. I lay on my front arms above my head, feeling the pressure 
on my sensitive nipples. Gail unclipped my top, "Lift up" she said, then pulled 
it from under me. Being slow to 'lift up' the soft material scrapped across both 
nipples as it was withdrawn. At that moment I'm sure that I'd have raped a 
donkey if those feelings would continue. As it was I just lay revelling in the 
feelings from Gail's hands on my back. "Here let me do that" Uncle Paul said. I 
turned to look up, shielding my chest with my arm. My Aunt had stood up, 
TOPLESS, and took a squirming Rae from my Uncle's arms. 

Paul knelt beside me, pushed me back onto my towel "you're supposed to be 
loafing and enjoying this" he said then slapped my bottom. Causing me to jump 
up, panic 'cos I remembered my missing top then quickly flop down again. "I'll 
get you later" I warned him, "Oh good, I can't wait - don't forget to tell me 
when you're beating me up, I'd hate to sleep through it". Gail just giggled. 
Rae, in her lap, joined her.  Uncle Paul dumped some cream on my back straight 
from the bottle, very cold. I'll kill him later. His technique was totally 
different from Gail's. Paul took control of me. His hands, large and firm drove 
the cream into my skin. I was truly putty in his hands. He had started at my 
waist spreading the cream up to my shoulders, now he turned and thrust down my 
body. He dumped another load of cold cream onto my back, I'll let him live if he 
continues rubbing as he was before. He did, though my eyes nearly pop out of my 
head when I feel his hands thrust straight into my bikini bottoms and onto my 
ass cheeks. 

Again his large hands grasped me. A cheek in each hand he kneaded me. Gail must 
have been watching us, "Paul, you'll stain her new bikini with the sun cream, 
idiot". His solution was simple and quick (and typically male), his hands, still 
in my bikini, moved to my sides and he stripped me with one thrust. "Haaayyy" I 
squealed. "Oh don't whinge" he said and slapped my, now naked, bottom again. I 
lay quiet, because if he had smacked me once more I'd have come on the spot. I 
was so vulnerable, naked in front of him, but felt so safe in my Aunt's 
presence. Another dollop of sun cream, across my buttocks and into the crease. 
Does he own the company that makes that stuff or what? I've got enough cream on 
me for the week, if someone hugged me I'd shoot out of their arms. He spread the 
cream down the backs of my legs to my knees, then curved in and eased my knees 
apart. My eyes were wide open before his hands started to come back up the 
inside of my thighs! I stared straight into Aunt Gail's eyes. She was watching 
her husband play with me, and I was sure she knew what he was going to do. Uncle 
Paul eased my thighs a little further apart as he got closer to my secret place. 
Then just as I had prepared myself for his fingers to touch me, invade me, when 
I could feel the heat of his fingers on my labia, he pulled his hands back, back 
onto my ass cheeks. As my frustration peaked, one hand descend again, finger 
running down my ass crease.  I heard a low moan, only realising later that it 
was from me. The finger pushed a large wave of cream over my puckered anus, to 
the bottom of my slit. My whole concentration was now on that finger, my eyes 
locked with Gail's. The finger slide back, back over the my sensitive arse, back 
out from between my legs. I saw Gail nod, I wondered why, only later did I find 
out. The finger returned, this time I felt Paul's other hand pressing down in 
the small of my back, holding me down. The finger stopped on top of my ass hole, 
pressing, pushing then entering thrusting and twisting, deep, deeper then the 
fires that had been burning between my legs spread, consuming me taking me high, 
away, strange noises in my ears. Why hadn't I been to this place before? I 
curled up squeezing my ass to hold the finger that had taken me, but felt it 
slip from me. I slept for a few minutes. 

I woke, Uncle Paul had taken Rae back down to the sea for a paddle. Aunt Gail 
lay beside me, watching me, as naked as I was. I looked into her eyes. "Hi 
precious, you're back with us again"? I nodded, not trusting myself to speak 
yet. "We didn't think that you'd come with just a quick fingering, Tell me 
precious, how do you feel?" I loved it when Gail or Paul called me precious. It 
made me feel so special, wanted - yes - precious. "I don't know how I feel, I 
have never felt that before. Was that a . . Thingy . . ."  Gail looked a little 
puzzled, grinned "An orgasm". She had spoken the O word, orgasm. I wouldn't have 
dared to say that word in front of my mother. "Yes we think you had an orgasm".  
I blushed furiously going bright red to my waist. "WE, you mean Uncle Paul knows 
I've had an, had a," I still couldn't say the word. "Gail stroked my face, 
cupping my cheek. "I don't think that you can keep it a secret from the person 
who gives you the orgasm, not when he says you nearly broke his finger"! "Oh no, 
I didn't did I, Oh no what'll he say, he won't send me home will he" I was 
panicking now, Gail took me in her arms and held me tight. Murmuring sweet 
sounds as I calmed.  Gail and I talked for a long time, about sex, feelings, 
men, women, sex and men, sex and women, men and women. I felt that Uncle Paul 
had given me something special.

I had settled down by the time Paul and Rae returned. I had been wondering what 
I would say to him when he came back, how do you treat an uncle who's treated 
you so well, given you a special present. I shouldn't have worried, I heard 
Rae's yells and giggles before I could she her. She came running into sight, 
naked. I didn't think anything of that as I had got used to Gail and I being 
naked and the freedom it gave me. I didn't think about how Uncle Paul would be 
dressed (I've grown a little since then, now I usually wonder about how my man 
will be dressed - or undressed).  As soon as I saw him approaching these 
thoughts flew out of my mind. Uncle Paul was naked! My eyes fixed on his penis, 
swinging and bouncing as he walked toward us. My mouth was suddenly dry, lust 
filled me. How I wanted him. I wanted him to enter my secret place - no I wanted 
his cock in my cunt, I wanted him to fuck me. Animal lust gripped me. Gail's 
hand on my arm broke my mood, I relaxed a little, embarrassed that I could think 
such things. "He gets me like that as well" Gail told me, knowing without words 
what I had been thinking, feeling. "Sometimes I just want to throw him on his 
back and pound away on his lovely cock". We both watched as the object of our 
desire walked toward us.

Uncle Paul threw himself down beside me. "You've woken up then" he said "I could 
hear your snoring from half way down the beach, and when you farted . . ." he 
got no further as, with a scream, both Gail and I jumped on him to try to 
extract some form of revenge.

End of part one.

Please send comments to raven_soule@mailandnews.com

Copyright K Souleman 2000

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