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A Girl Named Charlie, Part Five
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A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE
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.
THE END AND THE BEGINNING
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