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A Girl Named Charlie, Part Three
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A GIRL NAMED CHARLIE - PART 3
By Day Dreamer
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This is a story about the coming-of-age of a teenage boy in
the 1940s. For the beginning of this story, the reader
should download Charlie1 and Charlie2.
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When I left Charlie after our last date, I was almost
floating on air. She had just given me my first blow job and
my first taste of a girl's pussy. Pussy, I thought, it's the
best-tasting thing there is. Charlie's pussy had a muskiness
in both taste and aroma that was unlike anything I had ever
put to my mouth. Having tasted it, I wanted more and more.
Charlie's coming from my using just my mouth and tongue on
her pussy made it even more unforgettable. The taste and
smell of pussy was great enough by itself, but Charlie's
pushing her wet pussy against my face and grinding it against
my mouth as she stiffened and moaned had made it that much
more memorable.
As great as those experiences had been, though, they weren't
enough. Regardless of what Charlie and I had done to that
point, there was no getting around the fact that I was still
a virgin. Maybe I had finger-fucked Charlie and had licked
and sucked on her pussy until she cried out in ecstasy, but
my prick hadn't yet been in her or any other girl's pussy. I
literally ached to feel my rigid shaft buried in the warmth
and wetness my tongue had explored. Charlie's pussy had been
hot and slick on my mouth, and it had been good, but I knew
that same heat and lubricity would feel a thousand times
better to my prick.
I was consoled, though, by what had happened during our last
date. Before saying goodnight, we had made a date for the
following Saturday to go bicycle riding and have a picnic in
Zilker Park. As I kissed Charlie goodnight, she had
whispered, "I'm not a virgin, you know. Why don't you bring
some rubbers for our picnic?" My prick swelled to new
hardness as I recalled those words. Bring some rubbers?
Would I ever! I would go to the filling station and empty
the vending machine--my pockets would be stuffed with rubbers
come Saturday.
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I saw Charlie in school early the next week. We met in the
hall and she whispered, "I can hardly wait until Saturday.
My pussy gets all wet and gooey whenever I think about it."
"I can hardly wait, either," I whispered back, rubbing my
hand up and down her arm. I longed to kiss her moist,
inviting lips, but knew it could result in a trip to the
principal's office if I did. We spoke a thousand words with
just our eyes. Our tacit communication of mutual lust was so
powerful I almost expected to see steam pour from the path
between our eyes.
Charlie leaned toward me and whispered, "Don't forget what I
asked you bring."
"How could I forget that!" I whispered back. "I've had a
perpetual hard-on ever since."
Charlie kind of laughed as she looked down and confirmed
my statement. "You'd better get rid of that before next
class," she giggled. "But it had better not be with another
girl."
"God, Charlie," I said softly, "I haven't even been able to
think about anything other than you. There's no way I could
even look at another girl, much less think about one."
"That's just the way I like it," Charlie said, with a little
grin. "My pussy's reserved just for you, so you keep your
big old dick for just me." She lightly brushed her hand
across the fly of my pants as she said this and my prick grew
even harder from the soft touch. I ground my teeth together
and thought: Oh, God, will Saturday never get here!
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It clouded over Friday afternoon, and by evening it had
started to drizzle. Oh, no, I thought, don't let it rain!
I had checked out Zilker Park and found a little grotto back
off the trail. Even though it would require some pushing of
the bikes to get there, it was secluded, with hardly any
chance of someone finding the area and interrupting my
defloration. Now it was beginning to look like all my
planning was going to be for naught. I went to bed Friday
night using every kind of wish for clearing weather I could
think of. I finally drifted off to sleep, the sound of rain
on the roof lulling me into slumber.
I awoke Saturday morning with my prick standing straight up
and throbbing. Today's the day! I thought. Today, I get my
end in, as the guys would say. Today, I'm going to get my
first piece of pussy. A what a piece! There couldn't a
hotter, prettier girl in the whole town than Charlie.
Then I remembered the weather. Spreading the drapes apart, I
looked out the window. It was a completely gray day, and a
soft rain was falling into a big puddle outside my bedroom
window. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" I muttered, seeing my plans
dashed. Charlie wouldn't want to go bicycle riding in the
rain. And if we didn't get to be alone out at Zilker Park,
we wouldn't be able to make love, to actually fuck. I was so
disappointed that my hard-on shrank up to nothing.
I got dressed and dragged myself downstairs to eat some
breakfast. I was really feeling low, and the Wheaties tasted
like a bunch of straw with milk over them. I glanced at the
clock and saw it was 9:30. I had told Charlie I would pick
her up at 10:00, so I figured I had better call her and cry
on her shoulder about our not being able to go out to Zilker
Park. Maybe we could at least make a movie date for that
night--a little kissing and hugging would be better than
nothing. Better yet, maybe we could leave the movie early
and park for a little while. That would give me a chance to
play hide-my-finger-in-her-pussy and maybe get a hand job
to boot. I was so horny that she would only have to touch my
prick to make it go off.
Charlie answered her phone on the first ring. "Hi, Timmy,"
she said. "I was wondering when you would call. It looks
like our bicycle ride is a rain-out, doesn't it?"
"That's not all that's rained out," I said, my voice low with
self-pity.
"Well, maybe it won't be," Charlie said. "You might be
interested to know that my parents are out of town for the
week-end, and I'm here at my house all alone. Instead of
going out to Zilker Park for a picnic and bicycle riding, why
don't you come over here and we can have our picnic inside.
As for bicycle riding, maybe we can invent some other kind of
riding. How does that sound to you?"
My heart soared at Charlie's words, and my spirits rose from
despondency to delight. My prick did it's own brand of
soaring, too, stretching down my leg at the thought of being
all alone with Charlie in her house. Playing house, I
thought, Charlie wants me to come to her place and play
house.
"That sounds perfect," I finally managed to answer. "I'll be
over there as soon as I can."
"Put your car in the garage and come to the back door. That
way maybe the neighbors won't get suspicious," Charlie said.
I told my mom I was going to see a basketball tournament--
that I would be gone most of the day and would get something
to eat at the game. I rushed up to my room and quickly
showered and shaved, even putting on a little after-shave to
smell good. I pulled up a chair and from the top shelf of
the closet got down the shoe box where I had hidden my
rubbers. In my excitement I must have crammed a dozen of
them into my pockets. Better too many than not enough, I
thought.
Following Charlie's instructions, I drove my car into her
garage and pulled the door down behind it. Then I went over
to her back door and knocked lightly. The door opened immed-
iately, and there stood Charlie. "Oh, Timmy, I'm so glad you
could come," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the
house. She closed the door behind us and moved up to me and
put her lips against mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck
and her tongue came out and snaked into my mouth. We stayed
like that for a least a couple of minutes, revelling in each
other's physical presence.
Our lips separated and Charlie said, "Oh, God, Timmy, I was
so disappointed when it started raining. I was really
looking forward to going out to Zilker Park with you. Then
my parents had an unexpected call from my grandmother, so
they had to leave town without any advance warning. Having
our picnic here seemed like the natural thing." My body was
exquisitely aware of Charlie's breasts and hips pressing
against me, and my prick was hard and throbbing in reaction.
Charlie pushed her groin against mine and with a little-girl
giggle said, "I can see you don't like the idea at all."
"Oh, God, Charlie, ever since my call all I've been able to
think about is being alone with you and playing house." I
moved my hands to her firm ass and stroked her firm little
buttocks, pulling her body even closer to mine, giving her
an even more intimate feel of my hard, throbbing penis.
"Playing house? Yeah, that is what we're doing isn't it? We
can get to play like we're married, and do all the things
married people do. I tell you what, since this is the first
time something like this has happened for us, why don't we
play like we're on our honeymoon? How would you like that?"
"Oh, Yeah, I LIKE that."
"Did you come prepared like I asked you to?" Charlie asked.
"What do you think?" I said, patting the bulges in my
pockets.
"Good. Let's use them all."
Well, as you might imagine, I felt like I had died and gone
to heaven. Here I was in Charlie's house hoping to get my
first piece of pussy, and she was talking like we were going
to have our own two-person gangbang. My prick grew even
larger than it had been before, and I was practically
trembling in anticipation. Not from just the anticipation of
getting laid for the first time, but also from the thought of
knowing I might get to see Charlie completely naked in full
daylight. I was hoping that maybe she would take off all her
clothes for me and let me examine her body, explore all the
parts of her flesh that until then I had seen only in my
mind's eye. I had never actually seen her pussy or breasts
in full light, or any other girl's for that matter, and I
longed to be able to experience that vision.
"Come on, follow me. We'll play like my bedroom's our
honeymoon suite."
I followed Charlie down the hall until we came to what had to
be her room--there were dolls on a shelf and the room had the
sweet scent of perfume. A big double bed stood against one
wall, with a comforter spread across it as a bedcover. "You
lay down on the bed and hide your eyes. I'm going to get
some clothes out the closet suitable for a honeymoon
bedroom." I liked the game Charlie was playing, so I
followed her instructions to the letter. I could hear her
rummaging around in her closet and then her footsteps faded
as she went down the hall. I opened my eyes and held them on
the doorway, waiting in anticipation for Charlie's return.
After what seemed an eternity, Charlie's head appeared around
the edge of her doorway. "Since this is a honeymoon, why
don't you come out here and carry me across the threshold,"
Charlie said in the sexiest voice I had ever heard in real
life. In less than a second I was off the bed and out the
door to where Charlie stood. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Charlie was a vision, beautiful beyond anything I had ever
pictured even in one my wet dreams. She was clad in a filmy
robe that I could see right through. And what I saw raised
my lust to an even higher level than before. The swell of
her breasts showed clearly, and the dark area around her
nipples were like twin spotlights gleaming through the
gossamer fabric. Her nipples made little points and their
brownish pink tint wasn't hidden one bit by the covering.
Glancing downward, I could distinguish that she had on
panties that were almost skin color, except for a darker
swatch of color very much apparent at the juncture of her
thighs. Running up to the panties were darker lines showing
that she had on a garter belt. I could hardly breathe I was
so taken by Charlie's appearance. She was sex and lewdness
personified, and she was dressed that way for my benefit, for
my enjoyment.
"Well, what do you think? Like what you see?"
"God, Charlie, you're absolutely stunning. You're the most
beautiful sight I've ever seen in my entire life."
"That's just the outside--wait'll you unwrap the present.
Now, carry me across the threshold."
I picked Charlie up in my arms, pulling her tight against me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her mouth up
to mine, her lips seeking mine. We kissed, our mouths hungry
for each other's lips and tongues. Finally, we broke the
kiss and I crossed the room and gently laid her out on the
bed. I brought my mouth down to hers and we once again
kissed. Charlie growled deep in her throat, a sensuous sound
of hunger and passion. I felt the same way, but didn't know
how to express it. I stretched out next to her, and we
continued the kiss, our bodies drawing up against each other
and our arms and hands squeezing and grasping in a wantonness
born of our mutual teenage desire.
I moved my hand up to Charlie's breasts and gently massaged
the soft, resilient mounds. I tweaked the nipples softly
between my thumb and forefinger, and Charlie pressed harder
against my hand. I increased the pressure, and Charlie
whispered into my mouth, "Yes, do it hard like that."
Charlie's hands roamed down my back and moved under the waist
of my slacks, caressing my buttocks. I imitated her actions
and took her buttocks into my hands, softly squeezing and
stroking them. The soft fabric of her robe and panties were
a silken barrier, so I tugged the hem of robe up to where I
could slip my hands under her panties and feel her bare
flesh. Her ass was hot and quivered as I stroked the firm
globules of her buttocks. She pushed up against me, rubbing
her crotch against the hard bulge of my rampant, throbbing
prick. Her hips thrust back and forth against me, and I felt
like I might lose it if she kept it up. "God, Timmy, you're
so hard. Doesn't it hurt your prick to be scrunched up like
that?"
"Yeah, but it feels good at the same time, especially when
you rub against it."
"Timmy, I want us to be naked. Honeymooners are supposed to
be completely naked, and I don't want us to have a stitch of
clothes on. Help me get these clothes off."
Charlie sat up and I untied the bow that held her gown
together. Slowly I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and
the gown fell to the bed. Charlie then stretched out on her
back and I reached for the waist of her panties. I tugged
them down over her hips and she raised her ass off the bed
just far enough for them to come all the way down. As her
panties reached her thighs, Charlie's bush was completely
exposed--a triangular mass of curly ringlets, just sparse
enough to allow the crease line of her pussy to show clearly.
I finished taking her panties off, drawing them down and off
her feet. All she had on then were hose and garter belt. I
unhooked the garters from her hose and pulled the stockings
down her legs, caressing the inner parts of her thighs as I
did so. Charlie pulled the garter belt around so that the
snap was in front and she undid it, pulling it off and
throwing it on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
By now my hands were shaking and I was trembling in almost
uncontrollable sexual excitement. Stretched out before me,
Charlie was completely nude, her breasts standing up like
firm little mounds, the soft rounded rise of her belly
heaving up and down as the breathed rapidly, seemingly as
excited as I was. Nestled at the bottom of her belly was the
center of my attention--the core of her girl flesh. The lips
of Charlie's pussy were gaping slightly open, displaying a
narrow line of pink, moist flesh. And wafting up from her
pussy was that musky scent that I had come to love so much.
I put my hand down to Charlie's belly, and it trembled. My
fingers drifted down until they were entangled in the matted
curls of her pubic forest. Delving a finger tip downward, I
encountered the furrow of Charlie's womanness and I stroked
up and down the crease. It was slick with her juices, soft
and creamy with her lubrication. The finger tip found the
swollen nubbin of her clitoris, a hard little knot of flesh
almost at the top of her pussy crease. As I rubbed my finger
lightly across the little button, Charlie pushed her hips up
and muttered, "Uhhh, oh yeah! That's my little love bud. It
loves to be played with."
I continued to explore Charlie's most secret parts, running
my fingers downward until they found the entrance to her
grotto of delights. I pushed a finger slowly into the juice-
slickened sheath until it was buried to the knuckle, and then
slowly pulled it out. While doing this, I lowered my mouth
to those delicious looking breasts, taking a nipple between
my lips and rubbing my tongue over the pebble-textured flesh.
Charlie raised up on her hands, pushing her mounds to me, so
that I soon had almost the entirety of one of them in my
wide-open mouth. She snarled her deep-throated growl of
arousal, lowered herself back to the bed, and said, "You get
naked now. I want us both to be completely naked."
I stood up beside the bed and almost tore the buttons off my
shirt trying to get my clothes off. Soon I was down to just
my Jockey shorts, their front pushed out by my swollen,
throbbing prick. Charlie put her hand over the bulge and
said, "It looks like you're as hot as I am."
Hot? My God, I thought, hot's not the word for it. I was a
raging inferno of lust. Finally getting to see Charlie
completely naked--breasts unconstrained and jiggling from
just her breathing and her pussy gaping and glistening from
the wetness of her arousal--had my thighs quivering and my
breath coming in gasps. I was so aroused I could hardly
breath, and even my scalp was sweating from being so nervous
and excited. Charlie tugged at the waist of my shorts and
said, "C'mon, pull them down. You've been playing with my
love spot, now it's my turn to play with yours."
I struggled to get my shorts over my doubled-over prick and
then finally down to and off my ankles. I sat down on the
bed next to Charlie and turned to her. Putting my hands to
her breasts, I stroked and squeezed them gently. Whispering,
I said, "God, but you're beautiful. I never was able to get
a good look at you before, and now I can see everything. I
feel like I could look at you forever this way."
Charlie gave me a mischievous grin and said, "Do I look good
enough to eat?"
"You look good enough to eat completely up."
Charlie reached her hand down to the mat of her bush and
said, "Why don't you start right here."
I didn't need any coaxing and immediately stretched out on
the bed, starting to get between her legs and feast on the
delicacy of her pussy. "Wait," Charlie said, "do you know
about sixty-nine?"
I remembered reading in "The Diary of a French Stenographer"
about how they had done a "double-header" and how excited I
became at the thought of giving and getting pleasure at the
same time. "Yeah," I said, "do you want to do that?"
Charlie nodded her head, so I reversed myself to where my
prick was right in her face as I once again bent myself to
luxuriate in the taste, aroma, and texture of her hot, slick
femininity. She grasped my throbbing shaft in her hand and
stroked it up and down, wiping the pre-cum that covered the
head over its entire length. "Oh, God, if you do that much
more, I'm gonna shoot off. I'm so hot that all it'll take is
just a few more touches."
Charlie eased up on her motions and stuck out her tongue and
just barely rubbed its tip across the oozing slit of my prick
head. "I'm the same way," Charlie said between licks. "It's
not going to take much to start my fireworks."
It was both exciting and a relief to find that Charlie was as
close to orgasm as I. I opened my mouth wide open and
covered the whole of her vulval area, slurping and working my
tongue in circles, delving into the gash of her pussy and
searching out the entrance to her hidden depths. My lips
moved over the swollen bud of her clitoris and she groaned
and jerked her hips in response. My tongue found what it was
seeking, and I made a little tube of it and thrust into the
tightness of her wet hole.
And was she ever wet. The whole area between her thighs
seemed to be a fountain of her slippery flow. My entire face
was covered with the juices of her slick secretions, and I
lapped them up as they continued to seep out. She lifted her
top leg and draped it across my shoulder, allowing my mouth
completely free access to her sex. I dove in even deeper,
caught up in the sheer sexuality of the moment. Her belly
and thigh muscles were being to quiver, so I knew I must be
doing the right thing.
While I was busy enjoying Charlie, she had been wasting no
time with me. As her excitement mounted, so did the
intensity of her licking and sucking on my prick. She
growled her lust growl and went at me with even more gusto,
returning my frenetic oral actions with ones just as loving
and wild. My whole shaft was buried in her mouth and she
sucked on it, the warm suctioning carrying me to even greater
heights of pleasure. Her thigh clamped down around my neck
and her flesh began to quiver in little spasms against my
mouth. The moans of her ecstasy vibrated around my shaft as
she gulped down even more of my shaft, taking it in until her
face was nestled in my pubic hair. Her hips shoved against
my mouth and she stiffened, her pussy making jerking motions
as it erupted in wild spasms. He had been wet before, but
juice seemed to almost spurt out as she went into the throes
of orgasm. She was coming, and coming in a way even more
intense than I had seen before.
The excitement of Charlie's orgasm was too much for me. I
groaned and pushed my groin even closer against her face.
The head of my prick swelled and a huge shot of sperm flowed
up the shaft and jetted into the warm, wet cavity of
Charlie's mouth. She pulled her mouth up so that only the
head was still between her lips and swirled her tongue all
around my prick, stroking the sensitive glans area. The
liquid, slurping sounds of her actions filled my senses and I
started jerking and thrashing my hips against her mouth, my
vision shimmering as I experienced the most ecstatic moment
of my life. I pulled my face away from Charlie's quivering
pussy and groaned, "Oh, God, Charlie! Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh."
Charlie gulped like crazy, swallowing the globs of come that
shot in jet after jet from my jerking prick. I could feel
some drip down on my thigh, even her best attempts not being
enough to take the huge offering of my saved-up store of
come.
We lay there, gasping, panting and quivering. Groans and
sighs filled the room as we savored the after-glow of our
mutual orgasm. "Oh, God, that was good," Charlie finally
said, letting my now only half-hard prick slip from her mouth
and sitting up. "I've been waiting all week for that. I've
had to change panties a couple of times a day I've been
getting so wet just thinking about today."
Charlie lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me. Her lips
were covered with a white coating of my slick sexual flow,
and as she probed her tongue into my mouth I knew what my
sperm tasted like. She, too, knew what she tasted like, what
with my whole mouth and face being coated with her abundant
juices. She licked around my mouth and said, "Umm, not bad.
Now I see why you like to eat my pussy."
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