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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.

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