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From: "Karen Souleman" <raven_soule@c4.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP - Opening Karen 2 (MF, Ff, inc, cons, Pedo)
Date: Mon,  6 Aug 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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OPENING KAREN

Part 2


My Aunt prepared me for the evening very simply. Waiting until I 
was in the shower, she took my clothes and washed them. It would 
be mid-morning, at least, before I had anything of my own to wear 
again. "Oh I'm sorry Precious, Just talk to me while I have my 
shower, then I'll get you something sorted out". 


I sat on the toilet, a towel wrapped around me as she showered. I 
had the towel for about two minutes, "lend me your towel please 
Precious, I've got some shampoo in my eye". After using it to 
wipe her eye, Gail 'accidentally' dropped it into the shower. I 
sat back onto the toilet naked, again.  I had a chance to finally 
look at my Aunt (how can you LOOK at someone while they're 
looking at you?). She was a woman, while I was just a girl. I 
loved looking at her breasts, moving with her, swinging free when 
she leant forward (which she did quite a bit). Her pubic hair was 
neatly trimmed with none around her vagina and anus, just a 
small shield on her Mons. I longed to develop as she had.


I was a little surprised when Gail removed the showerhead, 
replacing it with a thin tube. Gail squatted down, facing me, and 
inserted it into her vagina. "The sand gets everywhere doesn't 
it Precious"? She saw my look of surprise, "Did you douche 
yourself"? She asked. "No" I quietly replied. "Never mind my 
Precious I'll give you a hand this time, you'll be able to do it 
yourself tomorrow" I was being introduced into the world of adult 
women, my mother had never mentioned ANYTHING like this. Was I 
supposed to find out all these things myself? Led by Gail I 
stepped into the bath and squatted as she had a few moments 
before. "Wider Darling or I may hurt you". I spread my legs as 
wide as I could, straining my joints to please her. Gail directed 
the water spray onto my labia the slide a finger along my slit 
and eased into me. My vagina maginified the size of these 
invading fingers, but I started to enjoy these sensations. She 
gently eased her finger deep into me all the time watching my 
eyes, keeping my attention fixed on her. She withdrew, the 
entered again, two fingers, "ohhh", all the way into me. "Have 
you already been playing with boys?" she asked. "Oh no, never, 
honest, I wouldn't dare - Mum'd KILL me." "Your hymen is already 
broken though Precious". "Yes, I know, I had an accident when I 
was riding. The pony jumped and I landed on the pommel. The 
doctor at the hospital cut my hymen for me. She used a local 
painkiller and it didn't hurt. She said my hymen was already 
torn, and cutting it would help me later. She told me my Mum 
would be pleased but she wasn't. Mum called her a whore. I don't 
know why" 


We talked about the incident, which Gail (Mum's sister) didn't 
know about, while Gail finished giving me an internal examination 
(Gail's a nurse. She works at a health centre). "There you're all 
as you should be." She said. She then parted my inner lips and 
the douche entered me. The trickling, tickling, of water in my 
vagina is something I've come to love. This was another new 
sensation in an already full day. I relaxed and gave myself to my 
feelings, a warm glow seeping through me. "Look, sand". I looked 
and saw grains of sand being washed away. "You should always 
douche properly after the beach. You don't want to hurt anybody". 
'How could sand in my vagina hurt anyone'? I thought, was quite 
naive then. Gail gave me a very good douching until she was sure 
that there wasn't any more sand inside me. She even checked me 
again with her fingers, just to make sure (innocent and na ve!). 
Gail led me to her the caravan's lounge, "it's got more room to 
move about and that's where my clothes are" she said.


We started having fun, the both of us naked, trying on Gail's 
clothes. I tried on a number of things, blouses, slips, and tee 
shirts. They all had one thing in common; they were made for a 
36C bust. From the waist up I was still practically a boy. I was 
almost in tears, Uncle Paul and Rae would be back from the shower 
block in a few minutes and I still didn't have anything to wear. 
Gail unfolded a large silk square, standing behind me she wrapped 
it once around me under my arms then took the top two corners 
behind my neck and fastened them with a scarf clip. I looked at 
my self in the mirror. The silk flowed over my body hugging the 
(few) curves I had. I turned and looked at my bum (my worst 
feature - not quite a weeble, but getting there). Even that 
didn't look too bad. I walked around head held high, "Be proud of 
your height Precious". I looked down at the silk bunching down my 
front. I tried to smooth the folds but Gail stopped me "Leave the 
folds Precious, walk toward the mirror and watch the front. As I 
walked the front of the silk opened to reveal my legs, high on 
the inner thigh. Even I knew that this was quite sexy. "Yes I 
think that that will do for you, now what shall I wear"? 


While Gail was dressing I entertained myself with her jewellery 
box. I found a matching set of anklets and bracelets, so shiny 
that I was sure they were polished silver. 2 to 2 1/2 inches in 
width, silkily flowing linkages with a large shiny D ring set 
into each piece. It was hard to see the individual links. They 
were so beautiful. I was about to try a bracelet on, but couldn't 
figure out the catch, "DON'T close that" Gail said almost 
snatching it off my wrist. "I, er, haven't got the key for 
these", I think that Uncle Paul must have it somewhere. I could 
see that she was visibly shaken by the closeness of my escape. I 
blushed, embarrassed that I could cause her trouble after she'd 
been so kind to me. The holiday, this silk square, I knew I was 
in trouble now and tears pricked my eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I 
shouldn't have touched them, I'm sorry" I kept repeating those 
words over and over. Gail hugged me close, with a ferocity I had 
never known before. "Don't worry my Precious, Don't worry" a 
soothing mantra with murmured sounds. Again I felt safe, Aunt 
Gail wasn't angry, she was only looking after me. I would have to 
be especially good for her from now on. I promised this to 
myself. Gail calmed me then finished dressing. She wore white, a 
tabard dress open at both sides, with a gold chain belt at the 
waist and gold clasps at each shoulder. She had made sure to pull 
up the material above the belt to give her plenty of freedom and 
movement. It also enabled anyone looking at her side on to see 
her naked sides and when she leaned forward her breasts swung 
free and clear, visible to any would look (me for one). Gail then 
applied her own makeup, very sparsely, and did mine, again using 
very little ("highlight, don't hide" she would say). Then we 
waited for Uncle Paul and Rae. "While we're waiting let's have a 
look at these she said. She then pulled out the full set. 
Anklets, Bracelets, a belt and a choker collar. All in the same 
wonderful flowing metal, all with the Shiny D ring (though I 
noticed later that the belt had 4 of the D rings). I tried them 
on with Gail holding the clasps together so I could see myself in 
the mirror. I tried them all on, they were obviously too large 
but I though that they were wonderful. "What are they made of I 
asked, "silver"? "Oh no, silver would be far too soft. These are 
stainless steel. Uncle Paul had them made for me in Poole". I was 
lost in the beauty of this jewellery, even if it was just steel. 
It almost took my breath away. I now know that there is only one 
reason to apply lockable steel bands to a woman's wrists, ankles, 
waist and neck. Fun! I have had plenty with my set. Then though I 
was innocent and na ve (no I was gullible).


With a shout Rae crashed through the door into the lounge. Uncle 
Paul followed, still dripping from his shower. "I want those 
shorts for the Wash" Gail told him. As he was towel drying his 
hair he either didn't hear, or pretended not to have heard her. 
So giving me Rae, Gail kneel in front of him, unbuttoned his 
shorts and pulled them down. He looked out from under his towel 
at her with his shorts round his ankles and penis hanging bared 
in front of Gail's face. She just looked up at him. "Oh" he said 
and stepped out of his shorts. Picking them up Gail went toward 
the kitchen area. "One day he's gonna go too far" she said as she 
passed me. 


I turned back to watch my Uncle's penis swaying as he dried his 
hair. Transfixed I sat on the settee to his side. Gail, passing 
through the lounge, pushed him out of her way. Now I was sitting 
on the edge of my seat with a penis only inches away from my 
face. Wide-eyed I stared fascinated "Touch them if you want" Gail 
whispered in my ear. I reached forward, my fingers brushed 
through the dark curls and I touched the testicle sack. "Its so 
soft" I said, talking quietly, almost reverently before this 
alter of manhood. I cupped both orbs in my small hand, the hairs 
tickling and scraping on my skin, so soft yet scratching. Peter's 
penis still flaccid, I lifted it, laying it along my open palm. 
"One of the testicles is lower than the other", I looked at Gail, 
sat beside me, how did she get there. I ran my fingers through 
the pubic bush, catching and tugging. Looking directly into the 
urethra, the crown purplish, again holding, cupping a single 
testicle, "Oh it moved"! I exclaimed. "Yes they do move in the 
sack" Gail told me. Two hands now, one wrapped around the penis, 
the other cupping and squeezing, oh so gently, the testicles. 
Remembering Janet Potter, the class swot and her dictionary, 
giggling, laughing, laughing out loud. "What's wrong" Gail asked, 
her concern showing. Peter knelt down beside me, worried. 
"Someone in my class looked up 'testicle' in the school 
dictionary. It said 'TESTICLE - A male reproductive organ about 
the size and shape of a plovers egg'" I told her. She looked at 
Uncle Paul, both puzzled. "Don't you see"? I said. I reached 
forward between Uncle Paul's legs and cupped him again. "Now I 
know how big a plovers egg is" I laughed again. A second later 
both Gail and Uncle Peter were also laughing. I knew that I had 
spoiled one intimate moment, but with the three of us together, 
me holding Uncle Paul's balls in my hand and their arms around my 
shoulders. I felt that we had reached a more intimate 
relationship. Gail got up and slapping Paul's backside said, 
"come on, let's get some thing to eat then we can watch a video".


Preparing the food was fun. Uncle Paul would slide his hand into 
Gail's top and grope her tit, then I would feel his hand curl 
around my buttocks as he passed by me. Gail was also free with 
her hands, she would slide her hand between Uncle Paul's buttocks 
later grasp his penis or cup his balls. She would touch me as 
freely. Her hands would slide into the gap at my front and trace 
over a nipple, or lower slide between my legs and tug on my inner 
lips. Daring to join in I ran my hand down Uncle Paul's back and 
between his cheeks. He stopped moving, pretending to be doing 
something while my hand was touching him, moving again as I 
withdrew. Gail had been watching me, she took my hand, kissed it 
and said "You're doing well Precious, just do whatever you want 
to, whatever feels right to you". As she looked at me with those 
big eyes I felt so much love. I reached forward and kissed her, 
full on the lips. We smiled at each other, sharing a small 
secret.


We took the plates and bowls into the lounge area. Uncle Paul was 
already sitting down with the TV and video ready. Gail sat beside 
him. "Come and sit on my lap" he said. I did, as I sat I lifted 
my wrap out from under me, sitting with my naked bottom onto 
Uncle Paul's lap. His hairs tickling me as I sat with slightly 
parted legs (my legs were outside Paul's). Gail started the 
video, it started with a family on a nudist beach. Mum and Dad, 
Boy (12ish) and Girl (10ish) after a few minutes watching them on 
the beach the scene changed to indoors. Mum and boy started to 
hug and kiss as did Dad and girl. They progressed to full 
penetration fucking, As we watched I felt Paul's penis growing 
beneath me until it was nudging my vagina lips. Paul slid his 
hand into my wrap and moved up to tease my nipple, I just lay 
back and enjoyed the feelings. My nipples grew, hardened, 
puckered and rose into the tender fingers. I was sure that I 
could feel each and every line of the ridges on his finger as he 
touched my sensitive buds. Turning my head toward him I nuzzled 
into his neck. I was drowning in his manliness, his scent, the 
pressure of the muscles against my skin. I felt a tugging on the 
clasp holding my wrap. Then I felt the clasp release, I too felt 
freer, I separated the wrap and let it fall to my sides. Paul 
widened his legs taking mine with his. Looking down I saw Gail 
kneeling between Paul's legs, I felt her breath on my thighs 
tingling, goose bumps running up my legs. I felt something drip 
from my vagina, running down my thigh crease. Gail took Paul's 
cock in hand, pulling it toward her she sucked on the crown 
wetting it, getting my own lubricating juices in her hair. As 
Paul rubbed and tugged at my nipples, Gail rubbed his growing 
cock against my pussy lips, parting them finding the narrow 
entrance to my untouched womanhood, wetting the crown with my 
juices. Panting now, I lay back and let them continue, The 
hardness entering into me, opening me, hurting, stretching 
pushing into me. My bodies' resistance to this invader caused me 
to lift up. Paul's hands left my chest and raised to grasp my 
shoulders, forearms pressed against my chest holding me tight 
into him. I gasped I knew he was perfectly positioned to pull my 
slight body down onto his stiff cock. I braced for the thrust, 
"relax, baby, relax", Gail's voice penetrated the haze 
surrounding me. I gave way, giving in to the event. I was going 
to be fucked and wanted it, wanted it badly. Gail held my chest 
again and used her thumbs on my nipples. The shock wave went 
straight down between my legs. More juices flowed and I sank back 
down onto Paul's lap. His cock now deep inside me. I couldn't 
breath, it was in so deep, would surely ruin me. "Well done baby, 
well done. He's in you now, not too far though. Just relax while 
you get used to it". I leaned forward to see the invader entering 
me, as I moved forward it sank in deeper, pulling back, it 
withdrew. I rocked like this forward and back a few times then 
looked down. My Uncle's cock was firmly embedded within me, 
although only about half way. My position prevented deeper 
penetration. Again I rocked back and forward, then, guided by 
Gail, I lifted and lowered myself, a gentle bobbing up and down. 
My legs across Paul's thighs were doing the work with little 
effort on my part. I was drowning in these sensations. I could 
feel my insides, dragging against his cock being drawn out, then 
thrust back in to me. A new spiky rush as my clitoris protruded 
from its protective hood. The more I lent forward the harder it 
rubbed on Paul's cock. The faster I moved, the higher I went. 
Deeper and deeper into me I took him. Turning we slid down onto 
the floor, kneeling, leaning forward against the settee. Paul now 
above me, controlling the action. I could do little more now than 
accept him. He thrust harder and harder, thrusts long and short. 
I was enraptured in the moment climbing higher and higher into my 
orgasm. Paul towered over me overwhelming me. His strong arms 
wrapping under me pulling hard on my nipples harder than I 
thought possible. My immature breasts firing waves of pleasure, 
seas of fire, down to my cunt. Again he grasped my shoulders, the 
better to pull me against his thrusting cock. Panting now, 
sweating, hot and breathless, my cunt on fire. Heat raging over 
my skin my orgasm overtook me filling me, swamping me. My muscles 
fired into rigid ropes, my face contorted, noises from nowhere. 
"Yes, yes, yes." I climbed into heaven. As I returned, fiercely 
determined not to collapse into sleep again. I felt Paul slow his 
thrusts gather himself, then thrust again harder, faster, his 
chest stiffened against my back. I felt his whole body go rigid, 
then inexorably he pulled me down onto him and I felt his seed 
explode into my body, sending me into another smaller, lighter, 
orgasm. We lay forward and for the first time I felt the weight 
of a man laying on me, holding me loving me, part of me. I was 
not longer a virgin, I had been opened. Opened by a man I came to 
love and trust totally.


The afterglow of our lovemaking kept us warm as we sat hugging 
together. Gail stripped and brought us warm wash clothes to wipe 
ourselves with. Gail gently washed me down. We three lay bundled 
together and I felt the remnants of Uncle Paul's cum seep from my 
vagina. Later I joined them in their bed. I watched their 
lovemaking realising just how much more I had to learn. How much 
more I hoped to learn from this loving couple. 


Should anyone request it, there is a part three, The Rest of the 
Holiday.


Comments please to raven_soule@mailandnews.com

Copyright (C) 2000 Karen Souleman

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