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For the first time in my life I had held an almost-naked girl in my arms, had played with her bare breasts, and had had my hand on girl's pussy. Even more than that, I had finger-fucked her to a gasping, panting orgasm. She had given me a hand-job, too, and I had come like Buster's gang, going off like a skyrocket, not just once, but twice. I was practically quivering in anticipation of my next date with Charlie, the girl who had favored me in these ways. When Charlie left me at the end of our first date, she had patted my hard-on and asked me to keep it until our next date. That meant four long days to go. Even though I was staying in a state of perpetual horniness and urgently wanted to beat my meat to a pulp, I was determined to hold out until our date on Tuesday night. If our last date was any foretaste of what was to come, the waiting would be worth the agony I was going through. Our date on Tuesday night was to a high school play put on by the Drama Department. Ordinarily, I would have been interested in the play, but just being with Charlie took precedent over any such interest. My interest now was centered on Charlie and what we might do after the play was over. Since Charlie and I lived in the same neighborhood only about eight blocks from the school, we decided to walk to the play. It was a pleasant spring evening, with the temperature in the seventies, and walking would be fun. Besides, I knew all the hiding spots in the area, places where we might go and be alone and out of sight, and I had hopes of steering Charlie to one of those. Charlie and I held hands as we walked, and sometimes we had our arms around each other's waist. We had started early and pretty much lollygagged along the way, stopping on occasions to lean against a tree or fence and kiss. On those occasions I would cop a quick feel of her breasts. Not obvious, mind you, so that passersby might be offended, but enough to get both of us hot and fully aroused. One time when we were leaning against a tree, I put my hands on her buttocks and squeezed them, pulling her against my now-hard prick. "Hard already, huh?" Charlie laughed, when she felt the bulge in my pants prod against her. "No, still that way," I answered. "When you left me Saturday night you told me to keep it until now, and I've done just that." That made Charlie laugh and put a smile of delight on her face. We finally made it to school, and I even managed to control my hard-on enough that it wasn't too obvious. We sat in the audi- torium and held hands during the play's presentation. Every now and then I would shift around and sometimes "accidently" lightly brush my arm across the tips of Charlie's breast. Each time I did it, the look she gave me said: You're not fooling me, I know what you're doing, and I don't mind. Just don't get too carried away, though, there are parents sitting all around us. The school play was finally over, and I was eager for the Timmy-- Charlie play to begin. It was dark now and we could hold each other a little more intimately than we could while it was still light. I put my arm around her and dropped it down to her bottom and caressed the firm globes of her ass. She squeezed me tight when I did this, letting me know that she approved of this attention. After we had walked about a block, we came to a dark corner and stopped and kissed long and deep, our tongues exploring each other's mouth. She pressed her whole body against mine, from thigh to mouth and squirmed in a motion that rubbed herself against me like a cat rubbing against someone's leg. When we finally broke the kiss, Charlie said, "Let's find some place that's nice and dark and secluded." "I know just the place," I said. And indeed, I did know. I had explored the local neighborhood park and marked it as a place to take Charlie if the chance arose. The park was open only during the summer, but the porch of its clubhouse remained available year-round. The porch was covered and had several benches. Most important, there wasn't a light within a block of the place. It was an ideal place for lovers--even if someone walked through the park, they wouldn't be able to see into the darkness of the porch and discover us. I had been dreaming for the past four days about taking Charlie there, and now that dream was coming true. And to make it even better, not only was I taking Charlie where I had hoped to take her, but I was taking her there because she was asking me to. I took her hand and led her to this lover's haven. In the darkness of the porch, I embraced Charlie, holding her tightly to me, and kissed her with a deep French kiss. She responded by giving me her tongue freely and actively. I dropped my hands below her waist and cupped her buttocks in my hands, gently squeezing them and loving them with my hands. Charlie pressed even closer to me, pushing her groin up against the hard bulge of my throbbing manhood. She broke the kiss and whispered, "You're even harder now than before, aren't you?" "Yeah, I am. You make me so hot I can hardly stand it," I replied. "You're not the only one," she laughed, putting her lips back to mine and sending her tongue snaking into my mouth. As my hands continued to caress her hard little ass, I wanted to feel more of it, to feel the bare smooth skin of her buttocks. Slowly, I pulled her skirt up to where I could feel the silky fabric of her panties. They made the globes of her ass feel smooth and satiny, but I knew the skin would feel even better. Moving my hands upward, I found the top of the silken fabric and moved under them, running my fingers across the baby-smooth skin. I didn't have a chance to feel Charlie's ass the time before, and I was thrilled by having my hands down a girl's panties and playing with her ass. I ran my hands down the valley that separated the two upthrust mounds of Charlie's buttocks, delving down to the hidden depths of her secret places. I moved a finger underneath her and found the hot, slick core of her sex. She was wet already, and the area between her thighs was slippery with her warm girl juices. Charlie squirmed her ass and moaned as I gently caressed her nether opening. "You're starting to make my legs get weak," Charlie whispered. "Let's sit down." We sat down on the bench and immediately went back into our embrace, our mouths and tongues hungrily seeking the other's. I was learning from Charlie just how erogenous the mouth and tongue were and was growing to love the intimacy of the deep French kiss. With Charlie, kissing was a real art form, and I was becoming a connoisseur. Our hands were busy as well as our mouths and tongues, roaming over each other's bodies, caressing, stroking, pinching, and squeezing. My hands were making love to her breasts, kneading those delectable mounds of girl flesh. She moved her hands up and down the inside of my thighs, reaching up to and lightly rubbing the tent my hard prick was making of the front of my trousers. She broke the kiss and softly laughed, "God, I believe you're getting harder by the second." All I could do was moan softly as she traced her hand over the bulge, feeling the length of my shaft as it doubled over inside the constrictions of my pants. "I wish we could get naked, but it's too big a risk to take here," Charlie said. Her saying that made my prick jerk in response. Even though I had seen Charlie almost completely nude in the drive-in movie, it had been dark and I couldn't see too well. Ever since then I had longed to see Charlie stretched out completely nude, her breasts and pussy available for my full inspection. Charlie's words only intensified that desire and raised my lust level to an even higher level. "We can at least get more comfortable," she said, and raised her skirt to her waist and pulled off her panties. She put them into her purse and pulled out a handful of Kleenex. "I came prepared this time," she said, softly laughing. Taking my cue from her, I unbuckled my pants and pushed them and my shorts down to my ankles. Even though my eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, it was still too dark to see much. All I could see was the dim white blur of Charlie's hips and a darker triangular smudge where her pubic hair grew. We would have to let our sense of touch take over and make up for our lack of sight. We went back to kissing and letting our fingers do Yellow Page work. My hand immediately went to her pussy and hers went to my now freely standing prick. I probed between the lips of her pussy and found the hard little nubbin that she liked rubbed. I did just that, gently rubbing up, down, and around the button. Charlie's hand on my throbbing staff was moving around the head, pushing my pre-come juices down over the shaft. As she touched the sensitive part just below the head, all my four days of pent- up lust, the time we had spent making love with our eyes at the play, and the grab-ass games we had played walking home caught up with me. Suddenly, my prick was jerking in Charlie's hand and sperm was forcing its way up the shaft. "Oh, God, Charlie, I gonna come," I gasped. Charlie grabbed the stack of Kleenex and cupped the head of my prick, catching the jetting white stream. "That's okay, baby, just let it come," Charlie crooned to me, continuing to work her hand up and down the shaft, causing the sperm to dribble out in little spurts. After the stream had stopped flowing and my prick had ceased its jerking, I relaxed and said, "I didn't mean to come so quick. Just thinking about you for four days had gotten me so hot that I just couldn't hold it. Gee, I'm sorry for having such a quick trigger." "That's okay. I have the feeling you'll recover in a hurry," Charlie said as she continued to stroke my still-firm staff. I knew she hadn't come yet, and I wanted her to enjoy the same pleasure I had, so I redoubled my attentions to her pussy. Charlie reached down and grabbed my hand, holding it still. Then, in a soft voice, she said, "Timmy, do you know that song, 'Mary is a friend of mine?'" Did I know that song? Did I ever! It was sung to the tune of one of the day's most popular songs and the words were: "Mary is a friend of mine, she will blow me anytime, for a nickel or a dime, fifteen cents for overtime." I wasn't sure what Charlie was after, but I said, "Sure, I know the song. Why?" "Because I want to be that kind of friend to you, and for you to be that kind of friend to me." I was stunned. This was beyond my belief. She was telling me she wanted to suck me off and wanted me to do the same thing to her. Charlie had already changed my ideas about girls, but this stretched them to the limits. I had read about girls giving boys blow jobs and about boys eating a girl's pussy, but I thought it was just stuff of fiction. Some of my masturbatory fantasies were about a girl sucking on my prick until I came into her mouth, and I dreamed about having my mouth and tongue in a girl's pussy. These were just fantasies, though, without any hope of realization. Now here was Charlie telling me that girls really did those things, and not only that, she wanted us to do them. My half-hard prick became steely hard at the prospect. "You would really do that?" I asked, still incredulous. "Yes, I love sucking on a guy's prick, and I adore having my pussy eaten. Would you like to eat my pussy?" "Oh, God, YES!" I said, my breathing speeding up and my heart beating faster as I thought about such action. "I've never done it before, but I've always wanted to try. You may have to tell me what to do if I don't do it right." "Don't worry, I have the feeling you'll be a fast learner," Charlie replied, with that soft laugh of hers. "I want to be first," I said. "Let me do it to you before you do it to me. Okay?" "Yes, I would like that," Charlie answered. "Let me lay out here on the bench so that you can get to me." She stretched out lengthwise on the bench so that her back was flat but her legs were over the edge and down to the floor. Her hips were at the end of the bench, and the cheeks of her ass were just off the edge. She spread her legs so that all the area between them, the very center of her sexual being was fully exposed and available to me. I knelt at her feet between her spread-eagled legs, paying homage at the altar of her womanhood. I moved in closer to Charlie and put my hands under her ass, lifting her hips up to my face. As I drew close, I could detect the faint, musky aroma of her woman sex. I immediately recogniz- ed the scent--it was what I had detected at the beginning of our first date. I realized that it was indeed a natural scent, the aroma of feminine arousal. No wonder I had found the scent so appealing. My mouth made contact with Charlie's sex, my lips brushing across the swatch of curly hair that grew so abundantly between her legs. I extended my tongue, drilling it through the bushy fur, and made contact with flesh. I could feel the furrow there between her legs, and I ran my tongue into its depths. It was wet and slick, and I licked across the flesh and drew my tongue back into my mouth so as to taste what her wetness was like. It was like nothing I had ever tasted, but it was delicious, with just a slight tang and sense of musk. I wanted more of it, so I brought my mouth fully against Charlie's wet flesh and began to suck and lap at it. I moved my tongue furiously, up and down Charlie's channel, from the upper beginning of her slit all the way down to where it widened out. In the wide part, I delved deeply, seeking out the hot pit I knew to be there. My tongue snaked into her wet, slick hole, probing its depths until my lips were flattened against the lips of her pussy. I quivered my tongue inside and twisted it around and around inside the hot sheath. Charlie hips began to heave up and down against my mouth and she made little soft purring sounds of pleasure. Slowly I pulled my tongue out of its recess and moved my attention up to Charlie's clitoris. I took it between my lips and held it here. Using just the tip of my tongue, I lashed the little button in back-and-forth motions and then with circular strokes. "Oh, yeah! Yes, yes, that's the spot," Charlie almost growled, hunching her pussy hard against my face. Her legs came up and wrapped around my back, spreading her pussy open wider and allowing me even greater access to her swampy, sleek girl flesh. Charlie reached her hands down and stroked the top of my head, her fingers combing through my hair. Suddenly she stopped stroking and each hand grabbed a fistful of hair, gripping it tightly. Her hips were moving rapidly, jerking themselves upward against me in quick up and down movements. "Oh, God, Timmy! Yes, that's the way. Ooohhhh, Timmieee!" Charlie groaned. She was moaning and starting to pant. Her legs which had been wrapped around me began to jerk and pull tight around me. She arched her back up and held her pussy against my mouth, and I could feel her pelvis vibrate. Little convulsions ran through her stomach muscles, and Charlie became frozen, completely still except for the spasms in her pussy, stomach, and thighs. I knew she was coming, and coming in a big way. Even more, I knew that I had done it for her, had given her the kind of pleasure that was causing her to moan and spasm. Charlie had been wet before, but that wetness was nothing compar- ed to then. My whole face was coated with her juices and some was even dripping from my chin, down my chest and onto my prick which was now standing up fully erect and throbbing. The whole inside of her thighs and all the hair of her pussy forest was soaked with her abundant flow. She had become so wet from her climax that it was almost like she had shot off like boys do. Slowly Charlie relaxed, the arch in her back disappearing as she lay back down on the bench. Her legs fell from off my back and down to the floor again. I took my mouth from her pussy and asked, "How was it Charlie? Did I do it right?" "Ooohh, it was right, alright. I haven't come that hard in a long time." Lifting her head up, she said, "I suspected you were a natural-born pussy eater the first time I saw you, and I was right." Charlie sat up on the bench and pulled me up beside her. Reach- ing her hand behind my neck, she pulled my face down to hers and put her mouth to mine. My whole mouth was still slick from her juices, and she licked the juices from my lips and cheeks. Then she slithered her tongue into my mouth and swirled it inside my lips seeking more of her juicy flow. Slowly the kiss turned into just pure lust, and she pressed tight against me. Finally taking her mouth from mine, she said, "The only thing I like better than the taste my juices is a boy's come. You lay like I was and let me feast on your hard prick until you come in my mouth. I want you to come big, so I can get a lot of your hot juice." I could hardly believe my ears. Charlie not only was willing to give me a blow job, she was eager to do it. And she wanted to swallow my come, to boot. My prick arched up and throbbed, hotly anticipating being engulfed by her mouth. I stretched out the bench just like Charlie had been and took the same position. Charlie moved down to between my legs and pushed them apart so that she could move her face up to my groin area. "God, you smell hot," Charlie said. "There's nothing that beats the smell of a boy's hot prick, and the smell of his come. I'm glad you came before, that adds to the good smell." Charlie grew silent and suddenly I felt something hot and wet move across the head of my prick. It was like a flash of electric current and my hips jerked upward in response. Never before had I felt anything so pleasurable, not even Charlie's hand moving up and down my wet prick. I realized that what I was feeling was Charlie's tongue swirling across and around the head of my prick. The feeling was unbelievably good and my prick and groin spasmed in reaction, sending a glob of juice dribbling out the slit. "Mmmm," Charlie said, and licked the dribble away. That, of course, only caused more to dribble out, and Charlie took the whole head in her mouth, licking and swallowing the flow of pre-come leaking so copiously from my pulsating, throbbing prick. I arched my hips up to her mouth and groaned, "Oh, God, Charlie! Ooooh, Charlie!" Charlie was apparently pleased by my reaction to her ministrations and moved her mouth even further down on my prick, taking about half its length into the hot cavity of her mouth. She sucked on it then, her mouth a wet, slurping vacuum cleaner. As she sucked, she moved her tongue in little fluttering motions over the area just below the head of my prick. My hips jerked up and down in response to the pleasures I was receiving, and my head spun in dizziness. I was being taken to levels of pleasure I didn't even suspect existed. If heaven were better than that, then I couldn't wait to get there. The only problem was that I was quickly reaching the level of orgasm. I wasn't ready yet. I was experiencing such exquisite pleasure that I didn't want it to end. Charlie must have sensed my impending climax because she withdrew her mouth from my prick and just gently blew her breath on the head. That by itself was very nice, and I could stood thirty minutes of just that. The breathing soon ended, though, and I could feel Charlie's fingers lightly brushing across my balls and bag. It was like I was being stroked by a feather, and the feeling was almost as good as having her mouth and tongue on my prick. Then I felt something new. It was the wet surface of the flat of Charlie's tongue licking my balls. She stroked them in circles, and then very gently took one my balls in her mouth and softly sucked on it. All this time my prick was throbbing and jerking, sending out a steady flow of juices. They ran down my prick and down to my balls where Charlie eagerly licked them away. Her tongue moved up the side of my prick and swirled in big circles as she sought out each drop that flowed from my leaking prick. Finally, she reached the head and once again took it into her mouth. Slowly she lowered her mouth lower and lower on my prick, taking it into her mouth inch my inch. Soon her lips were nestled in the curls of my pubic hair and my entire prick was buried in Charlie's mouth. I could feel the head bump against the back of her mouth and suddenly she moved down even further and my prick moved into her throat. It was tight, and as she gulped for air, I could feel the vibrations of her throat all around the rigid stiffness of my pulsating staff. Charlie moved her mouth back up and my prick came out of her throat and once again into her mouth. She pulled up so that all that was left in her mouth was the head. She moved her mouth down quickly and then back up. Then up and down again. With each stroke, she slurped her tongue around the head and the shaft and over the sensitive area just under the head. Up and down she went, and I realized she was fucking my prick with her mouth. My hips moved in reciprocal movements, meeting each of her downward movements with an upward one of my own. My prick was swelling and throbbing like never before, and I knew that soon Charlie would be getting a blast of my rapidly building come. Soon I could stand it no more and my hips jerked upward and locked there. The whole head of my prick swelled and then exploded a jet of hot come into Charlie's sucking, swirling mouth. My vision swam and the pleasure was so great I couldn't even catch my breath, just holding it as blast after blast of come spurted its way from my jerking, spasming prick. Charlie was gulping in huge swallows, swallowing each jet of juice as it flowed into her mouth. She softly crooned, "Mmmnn, mmnnn, mmnnn," as she gulped down my seminal flow. Soon my prick jerked in only little spasms, and I was finally able to catch my breath. Gradually my prick lost its rigidity and slowly shrunk back to normal. Only then did Charlie quit sucking on it and let it fall from her mouth. She looked up at me and said, "That was good. You taste real good. I liked that." "YOU liked it!" I muttered. "It couldn't have been nearly as good as it was for me. I've never been sucked off before, and that was the best feeling I've ever had in my entire life. God, Charlie, that was the best thing that's ever happened to me." "Like I say, I aim to please," Charlie said with a little laugh. "Besides, you did a good job on me, and I just wanted to return the favor. I wish we had time to do it again, but we had better get home before the folks give us hell." Charlie and I put our clothes back in order and arms around each other, we walked to her house. On the way, we agreed to a date the following Saturday. We decided that we would go to Zilker Park and go bicycle riding. She would pack a lunch and we could ride off into the woods and have a picnic. The way we both said the word "picnic," we knew what kind of picnic it would be. We might eat lunch, but we considered the other to be dessert. When we reached Charlie's house, we stopped on the porch and kissed a long, deep parting kiss. As we broke the kiss, Charlie reached down to my groin and rubbed my once-again stiffening prick and whispered, "Timmy, I'm not a virgin. Why don't you bring some rubbers to our picnic." Turning away quickly, she laughed softly and went inside her house. * * * FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TIMMY AND CHARLIE WILL FOLLOW IN CHARLIE3 ΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓ ΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓT H E G E N E V A C O N V E N T I O NΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓ ΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓB B SΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓ ΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓ ΓΓΓ An all Adult Wildcat! BBS - Over 1.2 Gigabytes Online ΓΓΓ ΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓ ΓΓΓ 812-284-1321 14,400 HST 812-284-5465 14,400 HST ΓΓΓ ΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓ ΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓΓ