Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 20
I positioned the phone to my ear as I lay in front of Charlotte's vagina.
"Hello Lei?" I said softly.
"Hi Greg! Its so great to hear your voice! How are ya?"
"I'm good Lei. Its so nice to hear your voice also!"
"How's Charlotte treating you?"
I hesitated. Charlotte's eyes were closed. Her right breast was fully exposed and I found myself resisting the temptation to snuggle up against it. "Very nice."
"Why did you hesitate?" Lei said. I heard concern in her voice.
"No nothing."
"And how is your research? Have you made any new discoveries that'll make you famous?"
The question surprised me and I couldn't think of anything to say. "Greg?
Greg? Hello?" Lei said after a few seconds.
"I'm here," I said. Charlotte opened her eyes and looked at me. She shifted her hips and spread her legs apart slightly pushing me to the side. I could see the red center in the middle of her pubic hair.
"Whats the matter Greg?"
"No, nothing. Its just, just that the work is very hard. I guess I'm a little disappointed in myself cause its hard to make progress." I felt uncomfortable lying but was thankful that something came to mind.
"Oh, thats all?" Lei said. I could hear relief in her voice. "I'm sure all great scientists have to go through suffering like that before great discoveries come! Just keep plugging away at it!"
"I will. So how is your camp?"
"Its absolutely heavenly. I'm having so much fun." Lei went on to describe the places she had been, and told me about the people she was with. I listened attentively and asked her a few questions. After a few more minutes she said she had to go and we exchanged goodbyes. Hearing the phone click made me feel like a connection between us had been broken. A connection between me and the world I had known up until just a few short days ago.
I moved up toward Charlotte to continue licking her when she said, "you know, I'm now in a black mood."
A worried look must have crossed across my face, since Charlotte laughed and said, "I only mean that I don't want you wearing pink tonight. I want you in black. Take off your clothes and I'll get you some things to wear." Charlotte got up and walked to a dresser while I got up and took my clothes off. I was shy about showing my penis and hid it partially between my legs.
"Here is one of my bras. You can wear this one." She flung it at me and I caught it. It was a large, black lacy bra that seemed too big for me. I put it on and found that it held me snugly if I used the tightest hooks in the back. "And here is a thong for you and also I want you in my black girdle." She tossed them both at me. The panties hit me on the head. "Don't just stand there get dressed."
"Yes Aunt Charlotte."
I put on the thong and stepped into the girdle, pulled it up my legs and wriggled into it. Charlotte went to a closet and came back with a plastic bag. "Here are your boobs. They should fill out that bra pretty well."
I was happy to see my breasts again and wondered if she would now let me wear them all the time. I finished getting the girdle on and then put in the breast forms. I felt both weighted down and confined, almost as if I was under the control of Charlotte's lingerie. Being dressed in black seemed dangerous and filled with unknown consequences.
Charlotte went back to her bed and laid back as before. "Let me look at you," she said. She seemed to be chuckling to herself. "Yes, its a very nice look for you. I've got some black hose that goes with that and even a black leather skirt that I'll have you wear tomorrow. Remember tomorrow is your day to work on the dinner party. The ladies are coming and I want you in black all day long. You can wear the leather miniskirt. For the party I'll let you wear a black corset, if you've been good."
"I haven't been good, Aunt Charlotte?" I said with some consternation. I had been working so hard at being good.
"Yes, you've been good Vickie, but tomorrow is another day. The dinner party requires a lot of work, and I can't forget what happened last week."
"But I thought Greg was dead Aunt Charlotte!"
"You're right, I suppose its not fair to blame you for things Greg did. Do you accept my apology?"
"Of course, Aunt Charlotte," I laughed. It was delightful to hear her apologize to me for once.
"Will I know how to do the cooking. I'm scared Aunt Charlotte!"
"No, you don't understand. I'll leave a roast that you'll just have to stick in the oven when I tell you. You can do that much, can't you? Besides making a nice salad, setting the table and cleaning the apartment."
"Of course, Aunt Charlotte!"
"Good. You look splendid like that, but take out the pink ribbons from your hair. Good, very good." I stood tentatively next to the bed. "So get on with it, I want you to make me feel good."
I climbed back on the bed and crawled up between her spread legs and began licking her vagina like she had instructed me. "Keep your bottom up in the air," Charlotte said. "I want to see that cute bottom sticking up."
I raised my backside up against the resistance of the girdle and curved my back so I was pushed harder into her vagina. Charlotte was clearly getting hot and I felt her juices run out every so often and heard her give faint moans of pleasure. "Oh, oh," she said after a point and then pushed me aside. "Your getting better, but I've got to go potty. Come." I went with her to the bathroom and helped her pee like I had done before. While she sat waiting for the pee to come she looked up at me and I gathered some tissue paper in my hand. I heard the flow and then Charlotte said, "some day I'll let you catch my pee right in your mouth."
I heard the words "thank you, Aunt Charlotte" come out of my mouth but I was in a state of shock. I couldn't imagine how I could possibly do such a thing.
"You'll just have to lie on the bed and I can pee in your mouth. Of course, you don't have to swallow it. But if you want to it won't hurt you." I was reeling with fear at her suggestion. "As much as I'm impressed with your nice behavior, I don't fully trust you enough. I don't want to reward you too soon."
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said with no emotion.
"Its a kind of connection that will bring us very close. You'll also be able to see where the pee comes from and feel it on your tongue."
In a state of desperation, I said, "I'm afraid to do that Aunt Charlotte."
"I know its too soon. But we'll see how you feel in a few days."
"OK, Aunt Charlotte."
Charlotte got up and I wiped her off.
"Now you can come lie on the bed. You're arms must be tired. We'll try it a different way."
I climbed back on the bed and she had me lay down on my back with my head in the center of the bed. She straddled me facing my feet and shoved her vagina into my face and started sliding it up and back. In a second I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that it had been Charlotte who had raped me a couple nights earlier. As Charlotte ground and wriggled her vagina over my wet lips, I started to cry. I think it was mainly the realization that Ethel was truly an active accomplice of Charlotte's. All her talk about conspiring with me and protecting me, was all rot. She obviously was there to help Charlotte conquer me, to help me keep my guard down. The more Charlotte rubbed her vagina on me, the more agitated she became. I kept crying and eventually began to sob; that is, whenever I could get some air. I do not think that Charlotte was concerned with my feelings. I was pretty sure that she could hear me, but if anything she worked her hips harder and harder and faster and faster. She let out a series of gasps and exclaimed, "oh my lord in heaven," and "oh God," as she began spasming in orgasm. When she was done, she climbed off me and lay down on her side facing away from me.
After a few minutes she said, "you're whimpering. Why are you whimpering?"
She sat up and said, "come here to my tit little baby and tell mommy what's the problem." She forcibly took my shoulders and arranged me so I was resting across her with her nipple at my mouth.
She had never addressed me as a baby before and I was startled by the sudden shift in our relationship. I avidly began sucking her nipple, but making sure not to hurt her and felt immediately calmed.
"Tell mommy whats the matter," Charlotte repeated herself. "Why is my pretty Vickie crying?" Charlotte touched my eyes to wipe the tears away.
"Aunt Charlotte, the woman who raped me sat on me just the way you just did."
"She did?"
"Uh, huh," I said.
"So you think I raped you?"
I saw a chasm opening up in front of me. A black pit with no bottom. "No, no, Aunt Charlotte. I would never think that you raped me!" I said with as sincere a voice as I could.
"Well I did rape you." Charlotte said, "well to be more exact, I raped Greg."
"You did?" I said incredulously.
"Yes, I did, and your Aunt Ethel helped me."
"Isn't rape a terrible thing Aunt Charlotte?"
"It would be to women or girls. But Greg? Really, now."
"But,..." I could not make sense of her logic.
"Greg was a monster. A boy carrying a girl around inside him. Your so-called rape was an act of liberation. It let out a really wonderful little girl so she can shine in the full light of day. Just look at yourself now. You're pretty and feminine. Your girlish instincts are strong. I just marvel at your transformation. You're far better at being a girl than any girls I know. Its the rare girl who is delicate enough and sincere enough to be a vagina princess. It fits your nature like a glove, and I know how happy you now are to have found yourself." Charlotte looked at me smiling. "So do really think it was a rape?"
"No, Aunt Charlotte."
"And aren't you in love with being a vagina princess?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Good, because you know that you're no prisoner here. The doors are wide open as you know only too well. Being a vagina princess is voluntary. Of course, I have to take blame for letting you have at my vagina, but I do enjoy our closeness. And you do love my vagina don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said, but I did doubt that what she was saying was true. At least I still felt a raw pain. Did she have the right to rape Greg? It seemed to me that it had to be wrong. And everything that happened afterward. It was becoming a blur to my memory. She did not keep me locked in the apartment. I was no prisoner. I could go to ballet class and to work with the bras. So maybe I was more than a vagina princess.
"Tomorrow night when the ladies are here, you can be vagina princess to all of them. I'm sure they'll be delighted and relieved that that awful Greg is gone."
"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte." What did she mean by being vagina princess to all the ladies? What could that be like? Going to the bathroom with each of them? Licking them all?
"I'm getting sleepy. One more trip to the bathroom and then we should go to sleep."
"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte."
I accompanied Charlotte to the bathroom once again. She brushed her teeth, and I helped with her peeing. When we were done, she yawned and led me back to my bedroom. She had taken off her nightie and was naked. The thought of sleeping alone scared me a little, and I wished that she would sleep with me.
"Aunt Charlotte, would you sleep with me?"
She laughed. "Thats for little babies. Are you a little baby?"
"No, Aunt Charlotte."
"I didn't think so. You're a big enough girl not to be afraid of the dark."
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Take off my bra and girdle. You can wear them again tomorrow. And you can keep the boobs if you want. I think I do prefer you with a figure, despite how much it does not fit your maturity. I'll fetch you in the morning before I go to work, good night."
"Good night, Aunt Charlotte," I called after her.
I stepped out of the girdle but left the bra on with my breasts. It was nice having them again. I hadn't realized how much I had missed them. I put on my nightie and climbed into bed. I was unable to fall asleep, and lay awake for what seemed like hours. I cried most of that time. Especially when I thought about Lei and what she might think if she could see me. At one point I collected the dolls sitting on a shelf in the room and carried them into bed with me. Though I tried to suppress the thought, I remembered Charlotte's offer to let me collect her pee in my mouth. The image I formed in my minds eye was frightening, and I went alternately in and out of a feeling of panic at the thought that one day she would announce it was time.
In the morning Charlotte carefully instructed me how I was to make the roast: what temperature to cook it at, when to start it, and how to make the rest of the dinner. It didn't seem hard and I told myself that I'd try my hardest to do a perfect job. Besides the girdle and bra from the evening before, Charlotte had me wear a black corset around my torso. She said it would narrow my waist and heighten my beauty. She worked for ten minutes forcing the clips on it to close at one more level than fit naturally. It meant sucking in my stomach, breathing out and finally fighting back tears as Charlotte got angry, as if it was my fault it was so hard to get on. When it was finally on, she fetched black hose that I slid up my legs and attached to garters dangling from the girdle, as well as a tight, black leather mini skirt that I squeezed into. Finally she had me wear a tight black elastic top. To her credit I had to admit that I felt more like a woman than I had done up to that point. I felt like I was all bust and that my bottom was full and curvaceous.
After she left for work, I spent an hour cleaning my room and the kitchen and then sat in front of the TV and watched some soap operas. By midday I stopped noticing the corset and it even felt a little natural to wear. It was certainly true that Charlotte was never going to stop surprising me. I could not get over how nonchalantly she talked about raping Greg. It was safe to say she really did not see it as wrong. Well she was certainly right that I'd not be Vickie today if my inner girl hadn't come out. If my inner girl had been living in Greg all these years, then maybe my inner boy is now living in Vickie and maybe he was hurt to hear that he had been raped. Would he want to come out again? Not this summer as long as Charlotte was around, that was for sure.
I ate lunch and cleaned up after myself. There was still hours until Charlotte would be back. She had told me that I was to clean her bedroom, so I went in and made her bed and straightened up. There was not much to do, she was very neat. I went to examine the layette. There was everything one could want for taking care of babies. Cloth diapers stacked up, several outfits and a pile of ruffly plastic pants. I looked at the crib and noticed a cute mobile of stuffed bears, one blue, one pink, one red and one yellow. I was about to go when it occurred to me that the crib seemed unusually large. I took another look at the baby clothes and realized that they also seemed strangely large for a baby. An image of Ethel dressed like a baby came to mind and made me laugh. It was clearly best to not even think about what twisted logic Charlotte would have for keeping a crib in her bedroom, and one so over-sized as well.
I sat down in the living room and glanced at one of the lingerie magazines. I was free to go. Charlotte had said that. Maybe I should be brave and just go. I got up and walked to the front door. Of course I had no boys clothes to wear. But that would not matter - I looked like a convincing girl. I gazed at myself in the hall mirror. I was sexy. The tight top grabbed at my breasts and displayed them prominently. Even my bottom filled out the skirt and looked kind of cute. It was nice being a girl. I think Charlotte really did appreciate me now. I think she had taken quite a risk in trusting me as her vagina princess. It was kind of subservient, I had to admit. But I liked the idea of making sure her vagina was happy. Once that was taken care of I had all the freedom to do whatever I wanted. Ballet, helping Ms. Pauley - maybe even doing some research again. The thought was pleasant. I finally had all the time I wanted as long as I was available for Charlotte's vagina. Crazy thoughts. It was wrong to be a vagina princess. It had to be. I had to do something about it. I went to the phone. I'm going to call Linda and tell her everything, I decided. Maybe I should tell her in person. Yes, that was much better. I'll just go to her apartment and ring the bell and then tell her everything! She'll understand what I've been through. I imagined the different expressions on her face. Of course, she would forgive me once she understood everything. And then we would plan how to tell my parents. The main thing was that she would see that she hadn't made a big mistake by ending her relationship with Mike for my sake!
With rapidly beating heart I got my purse and made sure my key was in it. I quietly slipped out of the apartment into the hallway and walked to the elevator and pushed the "up" button. I heard the elevator move and then it opened in front of me. I started to panic, but then got a grip on myself and entered and pushed the button for Linda's floor. I've got to do this. It can't be right to be a vagina princess. Mom and dad would scream bloody murder at me for being so stupid. The elevator slowed and stopped and the doors opened. I walked out and headed right to her door. I hesitated a second and then saw myself ring the bell. It was clearly best not to stop to think. It was like going into a swimming pool when the water was cold. Just dive in, don't stop to summon courage, because it only does the opposite.
I heard footsteps and then the door opened. It was Linda. She looked absolutely beautiful. My heart leaped to my throat.
"Hi Linda! Its me!" I said excitedly.
She looked at me strangely and then behind her a man appeared. He was physically a lot like Mike. Taller than me, with wide shoulders and a handsome, natural smile.
"Oh hi, Greg."
She sounded much less than enthused. She turned around and said to the guy, "Steve, this will take just a moment, OK?"
"Sure Linda," and Steve turned around and walked away.
"What do you want?" Linda said with effort.
"I wanted to...Look Linda I'm sorry to bother you," I said and turned to walk away.
"Jesus!" Linda said with exasperation and then her voice softened, "Greg, come back here. Don't go."
I stopped and turned around.
"I know you're a good person, Greg, but it just looks to me like you've made a life choice that pretty much excludes me. Look at you today! A little nymphet. You'll look so cool down on Bleeker street but not as my boy friend!
"You don't understand Linda. Its something I don't have to do. I mean I'd rather not do this if I could be your boy friend!" I amazed myself at my courage in saying that.
"What a ridiculous thing. You'll become a boy to be my boyfriend, and if not you'll be a girl. Can't you realize how stupid that sounds!"
"It's more than that. It has to do with Charlotte. I mean Charlotte doesn't have me as a prisoner. I'm free to go! But..."
"But what Greg?"
"I need help to go!" I could not explain it any clearer. I needed Linda to take care of me, or else I could not leave Charlotte. No, I needed Linda to force me to be Greg. Then I'd definitely be Greg. I was sure of it.
Linda started looking impatient again. "Look, I've got this new friend Steve
you just met. I'm in the middle of something."
"I need help." I said in the tiniest of voices. I had a vision of Charlotte inviting me to drink her pee.
"To tell you the truth Greg, I've got to go. And I'm not sure that its such a good idea if you come by again. Its true that I sort of fell for you, I know the girls told you that, but after seeing you in a tutu and now as Madonna, I don't know what else to say. And I think that Steve is probably the kind of guy I really need. He's strong, really together. Makes me feel like a woman. I know you don't think so but this is hard for me to."
I was crying quietly and partially turned away.
"Look. I can say this much to you. Get yourself straightened out completely. Become a guy full time and if you come to NYU next fall, look me up and maybe we can be friends, or get to know each other enough to be friends. But the hard work is for you."
The door opened and Steve was there. He looked at my tears and partially closed the door. "One second Steve," Linda called after him.
"Give me a hug," Linda said, and I fell into her arms and embraced her.
"I know I could love you," I said.
"If its inevitable, it will happen," Linda said.
"What about ballet class?" I said.
Linda looked at me. "I really don't think you should go except as a boy."
I nodded my head, "I guess you're right."
Linda smiled, turned away and went back into the apartment.
I moved like a zombie back toward Charlotte's apartment. Inside, I lay down on the sofa and took a nap. After a half hour I awoke with a start and realized that I had better put the roast in the oven. While I did so, I decided that certainly Charlotte loved me and that that was probably something I had better not lose.
Promptly at six Charlotte appeared with Angela Pauley, Sara Gence, Rita McCain and Gladys Sontag. It was hard to believe that only one week had transpired since I had last seen them.
"My God, Charlotte! What a difference a week makes!," Ms. Gence said, "he's absolutely darling!"
"He's not a he, ladies, let me introduce you to my niece Vickie!"
"Marvelous, Charlotte," Ms. McCain said, "and in a corset, and what a chest.
She looks so fine in that outfit."
"I had the pleasure of Vickie's help at Macy's bras yesterday. She was a gem!" Ms. Pauley said.
I didn't know what to say and I blushed profusely and did a little curtsy to the ladies.
"Its become such a pleasure having her here," Charlotte said. "Well, you all remember what a problem Greg was."
"You scolded him in the kitchen, didn't you?" Ms. Gence said.
"Yes. Where Greg was belligerent and unthoughtful Vickie is kind and considerate. Where Greg was selfish, Vickie is devoted and generous. Aren't you, my dear?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, and may I get the drinks now for you and the women?"
"Of course," Charlotte said. She led the women to the living room and they sat down while I went from one to another asking them what they wanted. Everyone wanted martinis, so I left to prepare them in the bar area.
"You know you're a genius, Charlotte, transforming the boy into a precious girl. And so fast!"
"We had a few rough spots this weekend - I guess the last dying gasp of Greg - but he's been snuffed out - you can rest assured of that. I'm sure Vickie wouldn't give him the time of day if he appeared. Would she?" Charlotte called out to me.
"Oh no, Aunt Charlotte."
I heard the ladies laugh.
"When did she get such a set of tits?" Ms. Sontag said.
"That crazy Ethel took Vickie on a shopping spree. She said it was a touching moment when Vickie discovered that she could have big boobs. You can't imagine how much they mean to her."
I finished with the drinks and brought them over to distribute. It was true that I liked wearing the tight back blouse that accentuated my breasts.
"Aren't you concerned about later?" Ms. Sontag said.
"I was thinking the same thing Charlotte, Ms. Gence said, "after Greg or Vickie's parents come back. What then?"
I felt suddenly extremely hot and distressed, and wanted to hide.
"Yes I feel concern for Vickie. How will she explain to her family her preference for being my niece? Isn't that true dear?" Charlotte said looking at me.
Tears started coming down my cheeks.
"Come here Vickie" Charlotte said. "See how she cries! Its really very touching. She cries at the drop of a hat. Maybe putting her in black wasn't such a good idea. She's a very female girl - all pinks and lace and ruffles. Its just too hard for her to play a sophisticate in black!"
"May I get a tissue?" I asked Charlotte.
"Of course, run along and get a tissue and definitely fix your make up!"
I went to my bedroom and stopped just inside the door to listen to the ladies.
"She'll do anything I ask," Charlotte said. "It makes her happy to serve, I really haven't done anything to encourage it. Its just her nature."
"You're too modest Charlotte."
"No, but I will concede that it took some effort to get the girl inside of Greg to appear, but when she did it was very easy from then on."
"How does she serve you?"
"I'll give you a demonstration when she comes back."
Was it in my nature to serve Charlotte? I couldn't tell. Since I did not see any alternatives to being her vagina princess, it did not seem to matter much what the truth was. Then why did I feel anxious about what Charlotte was saying? I got a tissue and blew my nose and dabbed at my eyes and put on fresh lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and shadow. I stared in the mirror for a long time. I barely noticed the corset anymore. It seemed like part of me along with the large breasts. But she was right about the pink. I didn't think I could live up to being the kind of girl implied by the black leather miniskirt and corset. Maybe that was a young Charlotte, but I was a different kind of girl. Impulsively, I picked up my vial of perfume and put some on and then went back to the living room.
"Whew! Perfume," Angela said.
"I'm sorry I felt like wearing some perfume. Is it OK Aunt Charlotte?"
"Sure, sure," she said, "now tell the ladies whom who've become."
"You mean being your vagina princess?" I asked. Charlotte nodded her head.
"Vagina princess? What's that?" Ms. Sontag said.
"I help Aunt Charlotte. It depends on what she signals me to do. There are different things I do." I felt embarrassed.
"Like what?"
"Things with her vagina, Aunt Charlotte's vagina." The ladies stared at me expectantly. I could see Charlotte about to say something. "Like I help clean it when Aunt Charlotte goes pee pee. And I also..."
"How do you help with her peeing?" Ms. Sontag said.
"I help her in the bathroom. I help her pull down her pantyhose and panties and then I get some tissue paper and clean her vagina after she pees. And then I help her get dressed."
"Charlotte, you actually got her to..."
"Vickie loves it, don't you?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"That's what she does if I hold up three fingers. Now tell the ladies what one finger means."
"With one finger I try and make Aunt Charlotte feel good."
"How?"
"I lick her vagina to make her feel good." I heard one of the women make a sound sort of like a gasp. I could see the women looking back and forth at each other.
"Very good, Vickie, and now what is two fingers."
"I haven't done that yet. Its when Aunt Charlotte is having her period. I guess I'll help her change her pad?"
"Tampon," Charlotte corrected.
"Her tampon, but I don't know how to do that."
"Are any of you on your period?" Charlotte asked the ladies.
"I am," Ms. McCain said.
"Then let Vickie change your tampon."
"Well I was going to change it before dinner."
"Good, we'll give Vickie her first lesson on tampons."
Charlotte led us to the main bathroom where Ms. McCain stood in front of the toilet.
"First Vickie will help you with your underclothes."
Ms. McCain was wearing a tailored gray skirt, nude hose and shiny black high heels. I got on my knees and reached up under her skirt to the top of her pantyhose and pulled them down.
"Just below the knees," Charlotte said. "Good, now the panties."
I reached back inside her skirt and gently pulled her panties down. They were white.
"A thong!" Ms. Gence said and laughed, "we had no idea!"
"Yes, Sara, I like thongs!" Ms. McCain laughed.
"Vickie is wearing a thong also," Charlotte said.
While I held her skirt up, Ms. McCain sat down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. She took the skirt from me. I could see her pubic hair. It was dark, thick and curly.
"Do you see the string dangling from Ms. McCain's vagina?" Charlotte said.
"No, Aunt Charlotte."
"Look more carefully. I can see it."
I moved my head closer and still didn't see it. I reached out my fingers toward her pubic hair to feel for the string, but stopped when I suddenly saw it.
"Oh, I see it now!" I said excitedly.
"Victory!" Charlotte said shaking her head. "Good. So now you get some tissue paper ready and then you'll pull the old tampon out by the string and catch it in the tissue paper."
I got a hold of the string and pulled on it. "Nothing is happening!" I said.
"Pull harder, dearie," Ms. McCain said.
I did as she said and felt a slight movement. "Its moving now!"
"Good girl, good girl!" Charlotte said.
The tampon slid out and I saw that it was covered with brownish red blood. I dangled it in front of me and then carefully captured it in the tissue paper. It was warm and soft.
"Put it in the trash," Charlotte said and I put it in a nearby garbage pail.
Charlotte handed me a new tampon in a wrapper.
"Now is the tricky part. You've got to take the new tampon out of its wrapper and insert it into Ms. McCain's vagina."
I had no clue how to proceed. I looked up at Ms. McCain and she said, "let me get it ready for you and show you how."
"Thank you Ms. McCain."
She took off the wrapper and explained how I was to hold the tampon outside of her vagina, then insert it at the right angle, and then push on the outer applicator forcing the tampon inside.
"The most important thing is the alignment. Its got to feel right. An improperly placed tampon is really annoying!"
I couldn't see how I could be expected to know the right angle. Ms. McCain saw my hesitation and said, "you push, I'll guide? OK?"
"Thank you Ms. McCain."
I slowly pushed in the tampon while Ms. McCain kept her fingers on top of my fingers.
"That's very good," she said to me. "Excellent!" I pushed on the applicator forcing the tampon to release inside.
"Whoops!" Ms. McCain said. "Just missed. I'll have to try again with another!"
Horrified I turned to look up at Charlotte. "I'm so sorry, I tried my best.
I thought it was OK!"
"Its all right, Vickie. Its your first time. You'll get better in practice."
Ms. McCain pulled out the tampon I had helped with and took another out of her purse. "Look," she said, and I watched as she swiftly aligned and inserted the new tampon. "Voila!"
"Enough of that today. You'll get plenty of practice during my next period," Charlotte said.
"I think she did very well for her first time," Ms. Sontag said.
"I certainly agree," Ms. Gence said.
I helped Ms. McCain raise her panties and pantyhose and when I was done she gave me a hug. "Just adorable Charlotte. You've got yourself a wonderful vagina princess!"
"Don't I know it!"
I served the dinner to the ladies seated around the dining room table. When I finally sat down to begin eating my roast beef Charlotte said to me, "I'm sorry honey but I'm anxious for you to get to know all our vaginas. Anyway I'm sure you've been equally well looking forward to it!"
"Has she now?" Ms. Sontag said.
"Just hold up one finger for Vickie," Charlotte said.
Ms. Sontag put down her fork and raised one finger toward me. "Like this?" she said.
I looked at her. She was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her auburn hair was spread out across her shoulders. Her nails were perfectly manicured with red nail polish.
Charlotte gave me a look as if to say "what are you waiting for?"
I got up and said, "how Aunt Charlotte? Here?"
"It'll be a nice diversion while she dines." Charlotte's eyes indicated the table and it dawned on me that she wanted me to go underneath the table.
"Oh, OK, Ms. Sontag," I said. I was hungry and after just tasting the delicious roast beef I craved finishing my meal. It will have to wait I said to myself, as I squatted down and leaned forward onto all fours. I felt my skirt hiking up and pulled it down as best I could. The corset and bra tugged at my side and I felt the weight of my large breasts pushing downward. I worked my way under the table until I was in front of Ms. Sontag and then turned around to face where she was sitting. It was kind of dark but I could make out her legs in her pantyhose and the hem of her skirt. It was somewhat awkward, but I was able to reach my hands up inside her skirt till I was just at the top of her pantyhose.
"Wait, wait, Vickie, let me loosen my skirt," Ms. Sontag said, "and then I'll get up so you can lower my underwear." She pushed her chair back a bit and I felt her hands undoing a side button of her skirt. Then she forcefully pulled down her pantyhose and panties past her bottom until I could grasp them and pull them down to her ankles. She laughed and said, "oh that feels so funny."
Her vagina lay in the shadows between her legs. I moved my head forward and bumped it slightly on the table. I clearly could not get all the way to her vagina unless she spread her legs wide and moved herself up to the edge of the seat. She seemed to sense my need since I felt her slide forward and then my face was right in her pubic hair. I began licking it the way Charlotte had coached me.
After a few minutes I shifted my position by tucking my legs up and to the side and leaned against her legs. I licked her steadily and gently and concentrated on orienting myself in her vagina. It was a different one than Charlotte's - smoother and more elastic. Initially there was a musky odor and a slight sour taste, but they went away as my saliva filled her. I wondered if maybe it was the taste of pee or maybe some other liquid that women give out.
Ms. Sontag shifted in her seat and her left hand snaked down underneath the table and gently took up position on the back of my neck. Her fingers stroked me tenderly and ran through the hair on my neck. Her hand ever so slightly pushed my head up tighter into her vagina.
Above me was conversation and I could tell from the sounds that Ms. Sontag was eating using her right hand only.
"Look at Gladys, she's getting flushed in the face," Charlotte said.
"No joking Charlotte, I don't know what you released upon me!"
There was some tittering laughter and Ms. Gence said, "Gladys, you'll have to save some for us."
"In your dreams!" Ms. Sontag said and she pushed harder on my head. The women laughed loudly.
"Don't worry about that," Charlotte said, "Vickie would be happy to do it all night if you gave her the chance!"
"I don't know how much longer I can..." Ms. Sontag let out a sigh and I felt a new wetness entering her vagina.
"Well I think that thats enough Gladys, its time to share the wealth," Ms.
Gence said
"Oh, OK I guess I shouldn't be a hog, but she's so, what can I say? Exceptional?" Ms. Sontag pushed her chair back and leaned over until I could see her face from underneath the table. "That was so sweet, my dear. Thank you!"
I smiled at her and started to lift up her panties and pantyhose. "Its OK honey, I'd better do that, I wouldn't want to risk a run." I heard Charlotte say, "Show Vickie one finger Sara," and then a few seconds later I saw a hand appear with one finger pointing at me. I worked may way over to Ms. Gence. She was wearing black slacks. I reached up her legs to search for a button when she pushed back her chair and stood up. The next thing I new her pants fell down to her ankles and a moment later her white panties joined them and she quickly sat down. I then fell into licking her.
My stomach growled and I thought of my roast beef. Hopefully I'll get a chance to eat it later I thought. Ms. Gence's vagina had a different taste and feel than Ms. Sontag's and it was different from Charlotte's also. Maybe every vagina is different. I felt Ms. Sontag's clitoris swell up under my touch. It seemed to be much larger than Charlotte's and more responsive.
"Isn't she marvelous Sara," Ms. Sontag said.
"You know, she's like a little puppy dog."
"I know what you mean for sure."
The phone rang and I saw Charlotte's chair move back. She got up and walked to the bedroom phone. In a few minutes she came back and sat down.
"You look upset Charlotte. Who was that?" Rita said.
"It seems our little darling here ignored my instructions not to visit with the older girls. Apparently Vickie paid a visit this afternoon to Linda who has called to tell me that she is disturbed to see Vickie parading through the building looking like Madonna."
"Madonna? Really?, Gladys said, "you know, come to think of it, there is a resemblance."
The women laughed.
"She also suggested that Vickie would not be welcome at ballet class, as a girl."
My tongue had frozen on Ms. Gence's vagina. How could Linda do such a thing?
Well I guess she was worried about me. She must care about me still.
"I'll have to straighten out Vickie later."
"Don't be too hard on her," Gladys said, "you shouldn't do anything to upset such a perfect little vixen."
"Au contraire Gladys, there would be no Vickie if I did not set out a direction for her to follow, and expect her to follow it. But there is no cause for us to worry about this now. Tonight I want you to take full advantage of our little less than perfect vagina princess. Next week you can be certain she will be perfect."
I had a funny thought just then. If I could lick on Ms. Gence's vagina forever then I might escape whatever punishment Charlotte had in store for me. But, as if in answer to a prayer, Ms. Gence said, "I'm sure she only saw Linda because she has no other friends. In fact, I have the perfect solution. I'll bring over my young cousins Phillipe and Felicity who are visiting from Boston. Phillipe is 13 and Felicity is 11, perhaps they are a little young but they are precocious and should make nice playmates for Vickie."
"You know Sara, you're probably right. Yes, its a splendid idea. I had been thinking of getting her some younger playmates."
"Good then its all settled." Ms. Gence bent down and under the table and said, "you hear that dear. Tomorrow we'll have some friends for you to play with."
"Thanks you Ms. Gence" I said.
"Good, but I see that Rita has her panties in a twist waiting for you to pay her a visit!"
"Just give her the signal," Charlotte said, and then I saw Ms. McCain's hand appear with a finger pointing at me.
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