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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 virgina 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
virgina.  "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 virgina 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 virgina 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 virgina 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 naïve!).  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 naïve (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 virgina 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 virgina, 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 virgina.  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.