Cherry
by
Vanessa Evans
Part 06 – Uncle Ben goes back to
work
On the
first Monday that Ben had to go to work we were eating some breakfast when Ben
asked me what I was going to do that day.
“It’s a nice
sunny day so I was thinking about going for a walk after my morning plucking
session; maybe I’ll find that river you mentioned.”
“Good
idea, you can go skinny-dipping.”
“I can’t
swim, remember?”
“Hmm,
yes, but you could go for a paddle.”
“Yeah, I
might just do that.”
“Cherry
love, don’t forget that I said there might be some scouts or other youth group
camping down there, and if you go the other way you might come across a caravan
park. It will probably be quite full with it being the school holidays. I’m
guessing that you aren’t going to put any clothes on so you be careful; okay.”
“Yes
Ben, I’ll be careful, I’m not a little kid any more.”
“You can
say that again you sexy little slut.”
“I love
it when you call me dirty names Ben.”
I sat
out the front and had my daily plucking session then I set off, naked apart for
my flip flops, and I wandered off in the direction that Ben had told me to go.
Surprisingly, I enjoyed the walk; everything was so nice, so fresh, so quiet.
It made me wish that I’d grown-up there. I followed a path through a couple of
fields then a small wood then the path dropped down to the river.
It
wasn’t that big but it was really pretty, not like the grotty river where I
live. I stood and just watched the water flowing over the rocks for a while
then decided to go for a paddle.
Kicking
my flip flops off I waded in. I got as deep as my waist then decided that I
shouldn’t get so deep into it so I turned and headed back. I got to about knee deep
and was watching the water, and a couple of little fish, when I heard some
voices, kids voices.
I
quickly decided that I wanted to get out and hide in the trees to see who they
were and what they were doing. Rushing to get out, I slipped on a slippery rock
and went head-long, banging my head on a rock.
Fortunately,
I didn’t knock myself out but it really hurt and I was very dazed. I managed to
get to my knees and crawl to the bank where I collapsed on my stomach; not
having the strength to get up and run.
After a
minute or so I heard the voices again. This time they were right next to me. I
lay still with my eyes shut.
“Is he
dead?” One boy asked.
“Dunno.”
“We
should find out, come on, help me roll him onto his back.”
Hands
grabbed my shoulder and thigh and I was rolled onto my back. As I turned over I
moved may leg so that my feet were wide apart.
“Fuck
it’s a girl.”
“Is she
dead?”
“You’ve
done the first aid course Tom, check to see if she’s dead.”
I felt a
hand hold my wrist; then it moved to my neck.
“I can’t
find a pulse.” It must have been Tom saying.
“Is she
breathing?”
I held
my breath as Tom pulled my jaw down, presumably to see if he could feel me
breathing.
“Don’t
think so, and she’s got some blood on her head.”
“Maybe someone
bludgeoned her to death.”
“What
shall we do?”
“Someone
should go and get Skip.” A girl’s voice said.
“No, he
said that we had to stay together.”
“We
could carry her back.”
“She’s
still warm.” Tom said; “maybe we should try that CPR thing, and mouth to
mouth.”
“Go on
Tom, you do it.”
The next
thing that I knew was that Tom was thumping my breastbone. I didn’t want any
more of that so I coughed and spluttered but still stayed still with my eyes
shut.
“Fuck,
she moved. You saved her Tom.”
These
were a few seconds silence then a boy’s voice said,
“She
must still be unconscious.”
Another
few seconds silence then,
“Is that
what your pussy looks like Emma?”
“Hey
dickhead, she’s a girl, I’m a girl; you do the maths.”
“Aren’t you
going to show us yours Emma?”
“Fuck
off.”
“Where’s
her pee hole?” Yet another voice said.
“In her
pussy stupid.”
“Can I
see it?”
“Don’t
be daft.”
“No,
she’s unconscious, she won’t know. Go on Tom open her up and show us.”
“Don’t
you dare.” Emma said.
“She’ll
never know.”
The next
thing I knew was that 2 hands were spreading my pussy lips.
“I can’t
see it.”
I felt
something touch my foot as some of the boys got closer to me. Then my lips got
spread some more.
“Still
can’t see it. Spread her legs some more.”
Hands
grabbed my ankles and I was spread as wide as I could go. Then my pussy lips
were pulled outwards.
“Look,
you can see right into her hole.”
“That’s
not her pee hole that’s her fucking hole.”
“It’s
all wet. Has she peed herself?”
“She’s
been in the river stupid.”
“That’s
not river water.” Emma said.
“Does
she want to be fucked if her hole is all wet?”
“Maybe,”
Emma said, “she’s ready for it.”
“How do
you know Emma, have you been fucked?”
No
answer.
“Who’s
going to fuck her then?”
“Not
me.”
“Not
me.”
“I
will.”
“No you
won’t.” Emma said, “No one will. That would be rape.”
“But she
hasn’t said ‘No’.”
“You’re
still not going to fuck her.” Emma said.
“How are
you going to stop me?”
That was
it, I moaned and moved my head then I slowly opened my eyes, just in time to
see Tom jump up.
“What
happened? Who are you lot? Fuck, my head hurts.” I said.
Emma
(the only other girl there, and about my age), squat down between my legs and
said,
“Stay still,
you must have fallen and banged your head. Just relax for a few minutes then
see how you feel.”
I looked
round and saw 4 boys and Emma; all still looking down at me. I closed my eyes
and groaned.
“Has she
blacked-out again?”
“Don’t
know. Shall I prod her to see if she responds?”
“No;
just leave her.” Emma said.
There
was another long pause then a boy said,
“Her
tits are bigger than yours Emma.”
“No
they’re not.” Emma replied.
“Prove
it.”
“No.”
“Are
your nipples as hard as hers look Emma?”
Emma was
silent.
“Why
hasn’t she got any hair on her pussy?”
“She’s
only a little girl; it probably hasn’t started growing yet.”
“And
where’s her clothes? Why hasn’t she got anything on?”
“Probably
wanted to go for a swim; it’s called skinny-dipping.”
“What,
swimming without your trunks on?”
“Yes.”
“I
couldn’t do that. Do you do it Emma?”
“Not
anywhere near you lot.” Emma replied.
“So you
have been skinny-dipping Emma?”
No
answer.
“What
shall we do about her?”
“Nothing
yet; let’s just watch her and see what happens.”
Silence.
“What if
she doesn’t wake up?”
“Let’s
worry about that later.” Emma said.
Silence.
“Is her
pussy getting wetter?”
“Maybe
she’s having a wet dream.”
“What’s
one of those?”
“It’s
when you shoot your load in your sleep.”
“Do
girls do that Emma?”
No
answer.
“This
one looks like she is; look, it’s bubbling out of her hole and I’m sure that
her hole is a lot bigger than it was earlier.”
I didn’t
know how much longer I could keep it up. The boy was right, my pussy was oozing
and I really wanted to rub my clit.
“So
where’s her clit?” A boy asked.
Had I
tele whatsdit from my brain to his?
“It’s
there’”
“Where?
Touch it.”
And one
of them did. My body responded and jerked.
“Fucking
hell, do that again Harry, make her cum.”
“No
don’t do that Harry, it’s not right.” Emma said.
“Go on
Tom.”
“Isn’t
she too young to cum, I mean her pussy is so small, she only looks about 9 or
10.”
“Can a
girl cum when she’s asleep or unconscious?”
“Haven’t
you ever woken-up with a wet patch on the front of your PJs Josh?”
Giggles.
Harry
touched my clit again and I moaned. Then it felt like he was rubbing my clit
with the end of his finger.
“Where
the hell did he learn to do that?” I thought; and enjoyed it.
“Go on
Harry, she likes that.”
“How do
you know?”
“Look at
her, listen to her moaning.”
I was
enjoying it and if he kept doing it they were going to be treated to the sight
of me cumming soon.
“You
shouldn’t be doing that Harry.” Emma said.
“Why not
Emma, do you want me to do this to you?”
No
answer.
Harry
kept doing it and my moans got louder and louder. A couple of minutes later my
body started jerking all over the place, my hips went up in the air, and my
eyes opened wide and I’m sure that they rolled around in their sockets.
With one
last deep groan my body relaxed and my eyes closed again.
“Fucking
hell, did you see that?”
“Do you
cum like that Emma?”
No
answer.
“I need
a pee.”
“You
mean you’re going for a wank.”
“Shall
we all wank on her?”
“You can
as well Emma, we’ll let you.”
“Fuck
off perverts.” Emma responded.
Just
then I heard a man’s voice shouting for the kids. I started to panic a bit, I
didn’t want the man to find me like that, well I did, but…
“Shit, what
shall we do?”
“We’ve
got to go.”
“What
shall we do about the girl?”
“Leave
her, she’ll come round soon.”
“Okay.”
Everything
was silent apart from the sound of feet running through the grass. I opened my
eyes and confirmed that I was alone. I quickly got up, found my flip flops and
ran into the trees.
I
watched as the kids led a young man to the spot where we had been. Everyone was
looking around but they couldn’t see me. I wondered if the kids would get into
trouble.
After
they’d gone I wandered back the way I had come. When I came to a nice grassy
area I lay down and enjoyed the sun. Going through my mind was everything that
had happened and my right hand found its way to my pussy and I had a wonderful
orgasm.
When Ben
got home that evening I had an amazing story to tell him and I’m not totally
sure that he believed me. Anyway, he said that I had to be punished for teasing
those kids and he took me out to what I now call the punishment horse and made
me cum with 10 swats from his belt on my butt.
Then he
turned me over and fucked me until we both came again.
The next
morning I told Ben that I was going back to the river.
“Be more
careful today, I don’t want you to bang your head again.”
“I
will.”
When the
sun made it warm again I set off, slowly wandering along enjoying nature and
again wishing that I’d grown-up there.
When I
got close to the river I concentrated on looking around to see if anyone was
there. Not seeing anyone I again kicked off my flip flops and went for a
paddle. I stayed closed to the bank and a couple of times I squat down and
dunked my hot pussy into the cool water.
All of a
sudden I heard this man’s voice,
“So, the
kids weren’t telling us a load of porkies; there is a naked girl down here.”
I
quickly turned round and saw a young man, probably about 19 or 20, standing
there grinning.
“Where
did you come from?” I asked.
“The
scout camp just down there.” He replied pointing downstream.
“What
are you doing?”
“At the
moment I’m watching you, you don’t want to have another fall do you; and how is
your head?”
“Oh,
they told you about that did they?”
“And all
about how you were unconscious and they checked you out, all over; and about
your little unconscious performance.”
“What
performance?”
“From
what they described you were having a wet dream and you orgasmed.”
“Oh;
I’ve been told that I do that sometimes. Don’t all girls do that?”
“So how
old are you, and what’s your name? I’m Simon by the way; I’m one of the
leaders, the lucky one who had to stay here all day whilst the other’s went off
to the beach for the day.”
“My
name’s Cherry and I’m 13. Why couldn’t you go with them?”
Simon
sniggered.
“Security,”
Simon relied, “we can’t leave the camp deserted all day; and someone has to
look after Emma. She was throwing up all night; probably something to do with
their cooking. I’d better get back and see how she is; do you want to come with
me? She might feel better if another girl is with her.”
“Okay.”
I found
my flip flops and followed Simon to the camp. It only took a few minutes and
there was Emma wearing T shirt, shorts and trainers, getting herself something
to eat.
“Shouldn’t
you still be in your sleeping bag Emma?” Simon asked as we walked up behind
her.
“It’s
okay Simon, I’m feeling much bet…. Oh!” Emma replied as she turned round to
face us.
“Emma,
this is Cherry, I believe that you met yesterday. I’m sorry that I didn’t
believe you.”
“Yes,
well.” Emma replied, “I see that you haven’t found your clothes yet.”
“I don’t
wear any very often, I can’t see the point.”
“Do you
want a sandwich?” Emma asked.
“No
thanks.”
“Are you
sure that you’re okay Emma?”
“If I’m
eating this I’m okay Simon. Do you fancy a walk by the river Cherry?”
“Okay.”
“You two
be careful, and stay…”
“Together;
yes, I know Simon.”
Emma and
I set off slowly, talking about all sorts, from where we came from, school,
boys, the campsite and anything that we could think of. Emma wanted to know
what it was like going around without any clothes on. I told her that it was
great but I didn’t tell her anything about the sex or the spanking.
We got
to a bend in the river where it was all open and a lot of water.
“Shall
we go for a paddle?” I asked, “It’ll be nice and cool.”
“We go
swimming here.” Emma replied.
“I can’t
swim but you can swim and I’ll paddle if you like.”
“I’m not
wearing my costume so I can’t.”
“You
could skinny-dip.”
“No, I
couldn’t do that, someone might see us.”
“Who’s
going to see us, and I’m already naked.”
“Well….
what about Simon?”
“He’s
back at the campsite. Go on, it’ll be exciting.”
“Well
okay then. But you have to let me know if you see anyone.”
“Okay.”
I kicked
my flip flops off and watched Emma undress. Under the shorts and T shirt she
had a horrible little bra and boring bikini knickers; and she shaved, or hadn’t
started growing any hairs yet. The boys were wrong about Emma’s tits; they are
a little bit bigger than mine.
All the
time that Emma was getting naked she kept looking around, checking that we were
still the only ones there.
“Relax
Emma.” I said. “Do I look scared?”
We
slowly waded out into the river. I stopped when I got to waist deep but Emma
kept going and was soon swimming around.
“This is
nice.” Emma said, “It’s tickling my pussy.”
“Are you
sure that it’s not a fish?”
Emma
screamed.
“You’ve
got to learn to swim Cherry, this is wonderful. I could teach you.”
“I think
that it will take more than one lesson from you Emma, but I’ve got to start somewhere.
Come on then.”
Emma
came over to me and got me trying to swim. I made sure that I could still touch
the bottom while Emma kept telling me what to do. After a while she said,
“I’m
going to put my arms out and I want you to lay on them then practice the
strokes.”
I did,
and my little tits and rock hard nipples kept rubbing against Emma’s arm. Her
other arm kept pressing on my lower stomach. At one point I had a quick flash
back to being across my father’s knee and getting spanked.
After doing
that for a while I heard Simon say,
“Here
Emma, let me help you.”
Emma
screamed, dropped me and covered her tits and presumably her pussy (it was
under the water).
“Get out
Simon; go away, I haven’t got any clothes on.”
“I know
Emma, I watched you take them off. Cherry hasn’t got any on either and she’s
not screaming her head off and acting like a baby.”
“Yes
but…”
“Get
over it Emma, you haven’t got anything that Cherry hasn’t got.”
“Well..”
Meanwhile,
I’d gone under before finding the bottom and lifting my head and chest out of
the water.
“Thanks
Emma.” I said.
“Oh,
sorry Cherry, it’s just that Simon scared me.”
“Yes
please Simon,” I said, “it will be more reassuring to have 4 hands stopping me
from sinking and drowning.”
“You’re
NOT going to drown Cherry.” Simon replied.
And I
didn’t. My swimming did progress a bit that day, and I enjoyed having 4 hands
on my chest and stomach. I’m assuming that it was Simon’s hands that held my little
tits and pussy; even getting a finger inside me a couple of times.
I
eventually got a bit tired and said that I’d had enough of a swimming lesson
and we all got out of the river. By then Emma seemed to have stopped getting
embarrassed and when Simon and I started walking back to the campsite Emma just
picked up her clothes and followed us. When we walked into the big tent Emma
threw her clothes down and came over to where Simon and I were getting a drink.
We went
outside to dry off in the sun, sitting on 3 of those folding camping chairs,
and I looked at Emma and said,
“Nice
nipples Emma, they look as hard as mine are.”
Emma
didn’t blush as he looked down at her chest and replied,
“Yeah, I
guess that the cold water did that.”
“And did
it have the opposite effect on your cock Simon?” I asked.
Simon
was taking a drink at that time and all of a sudden his mouthful came spraying
out. Eventually, he replied,
“You
can’t ask a man that.”
“Why
not? I bet that you’ve asked a girl if she’d cold when you’ve seen her hard
nipples.”
“Well
yes, but.. Hey, are you 2 hungry, I’m sure that we can find something better
than a sandwich.”
With
that Simon turned and went back into the big tent.
“I guess
that’s what you call ‘girl power’.” I said to Emma.
Then we
both laughed.
A couple
of minutes later Simon returned with a couple of plates with some little pork
pies, crisps and some of those individually wrapped chocolate cakes. He put the
plates down on the grass then moved his chair so that we were round the plates,
him opposite to us.
We sat
eating and talking about nothing really, and when we’d finished I said,
“This
sun is nice; can I stay here and soak it up for a while?”
I didn’t
wait for an answer and I shuffled my butt to the front of the chair and lay
back opening my knees as I did so.
Simon’s
eyes opened wide when he saw my pussy but he still managed to say,
“Err
yes, I guess that it would be okay, the others aren’t due back for a couple of
hours.”
Emma was
watching both of us and I guess that she saw the effect that the sight of my
pussy was having on Simon.
“Girl
power.” Emma said then sat the same way that I was.
Poor
Simon didn’t know which body to look at and his eyes kept going from one to the
other.
After a
few minutes he stood up and said,
“I’ll
clear up.”
Neither
Emma nor I responded.
Simon
picked-up the plates and went off to the big tent.
“Do you
want to have a bit of fun when he comes back?” I asked Emma.
“I
should go and get dressed.” Emma said.
“No, no,
stay and watch what I do and see how Simon drools after me. Feel free to join
in if you want. You’ll get him under your spell, and you’ll make yourself feel
good.”
“Interesting.”
Emma said.
A few minutes
later Simon came back and saw that he still had a great view of 2 pussies.
Sitting down, his eyes again darted between the 2 pussies. Then I started, my
right hand slowly moved to my pussy and started rubbing.
Simon
smiled and Emma’s jaw dropped. I guess that she couldn’t believe what I was
doing.
I kept
going and was starting to feel good, really good. By that time Simon’s eyes
were glued to just my pussy. I looked over to Emma and was disappointed to see
that she wasn’t joining in. What’s more, she was getting up off her chair.
There
was no way that I was going to stop and I continued until I had an orgasm, a
loud orgasm.
As I was
coming down from my high I felt some water drops on me. I looked up and the sky
was clear; then I saw Emma. She had 3 of those big pump water-pistols in her
hands and she was squirting both of us. Simon snapped out of his dream and
stood up. So did I, I saw some potential.
Simon
turned to face Emma and she screamed and dropped 2 of the water pistols. Simon
picked one up and chased after her. I picked up the third one and ran after
them.
We stood
there squirting each other. Simon ran out of water first and I took the
opportunity to jump on him. Emma followed and the 3 of us fell to the grass. We
rolled over a few times then Simon was on his back with Emma sat on his chest
and me on his legs.
We all
stopped and got our breath back. As I say, Emma was on his chest with her knees
either side of him facing his face. I was on his legs with my knees either side
of him facing Emma’s back.
“Move up
him Emma.” I said.
“Move up
him Emma, I can’t get to him.”
It was
rubbish, but I wanted Emma to get her pussy to his face.
Emma
shuffled up a bit.
“More
Emma; get your shins over his shoulders.”
Emma shuffled
some more and I when thought that her pussy must be over his face. I unzipped
Simon’s shorts and got his cock out. It was soft, but not for long. I started
wanking him then shuffled down so that I could bend over to get my mouth to his
cock.
I heard
a gasp from Emma and assumed that Simon’s mouth had met Emma’s pussy.
My head
bobbed up and down and Emma moaned, more and more.
Emma’s
head went back, she screamed and I went deep onto Simon’s cock. I was rewarded
with a throat full of his jism.
“Fucking
hell, that was good;” Simon said when Emma lifted up a bit. “I’ve been wanting
to do that for months.”
I rolled
off Simon and lay in the grass on my back, leaving Simon’s cock still out of
his trousers. Emma giggled then rolled off him and lay on her back on the other
side of him and we lay there for ages before Simon said,
“Were
you really sick last night Emma?”
“I was
late last night but I was better by this morning.”
“So you
……”
Emma
rolled back on top of him and they kissed.
I took
that as my cue to leave and I got up and left without saying a word.
I had
another story to tell Ben that evening.