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Chelsea's First Time - 3
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
***
The third story in a series about visiting Gwen, my
college lover, at her parent's house over winter break.
Her fourteen year old sister Chelsea arrived home early
and unexpectedly from school, and after getting high
the three of us spent the afternoon screwing in a
neighbor's outdoor jacuzzi, followed by more sex in a
shower adjacent to their parent's bedroom. (MF/f-teen,
ped, inc, exh, 1st, rom)
***
It was winter break and I was in Philadelphia visiting
my friend Gwen, who was a sophomore in college. Her
parents owned a big old house west of the city, and
they were now at work while Chelsea -- Gwen’s fourteen
year old sister -- was at middle school. The living
room clock struck noon, and we assumed there would be
at least three more hours of privacy before anyone else
returned home.
I had just received the most glorious blowjob from Gwen
while sitting atop the kitchen counter, after which, we
put on our bathrobes (mine was borrowed from her
father’s bedroom closet) and drifted to the living room
couch, drowsy from smoking marijuana and a morning’s
worth of sex play. Gwen placed her head on my lap and
soon was fast asleep...
***
We didn’t hear the door open and were unaware that
Chelsea had only a half day at school. I looked up and
there she was, standing in front of the couch still
wearing her winter coat! Chelsea caught me channel
surfing the television remote with one hand while idly
playing with one of her older sister’s exposed breasts
with the other.
Neither Gwen nor I had cleaned up after having sex in
the kitchen, and it was evident to Chelsea what we had
just done. Gwen did not stir, prompting the grinning
young teenager to put a finger to her mouth and shush
me quiet before I could say anything. She then
scampered upstairs to her third-floor bedroom to change
out of school clothes.
I awoke Gwen and said that her kid sister was home
early from school. We cinched up our robes and headed
to respective bedrooms to get dressed for the day. I
was assigned a spare guest room on the third floor
right next to Chelsea’s room, while Gwen and her
parents slept in bedrooms on the second floor.
As if she were expecting me, Chelsea met me at the top
of the stairs clad only in a bra and panties, standing
in a pose that just begged me to pull the last pieces
of clothing from her body. We slipped into the door of
my bedroom and engaged in a sloppy kiss as she fumbled
with the knot at the front of her dad’s bathrobe, while
I pulled the bra from her perky young breasts. Chelsea
whispered that all morning she had thought about us
again making love, picking up where we had left off the
previous night after she had tiptoed from her room into
mine.
However, common sense had to prevail over horniness.
Gwen was just one floor below getting dressed, and it
had pissed her off when she discovered that Chelsea and
I had screwed one another. In spite of our mutual
rising passion, I backed away from Chelsea and tossed
her the forgotten panties she left on the floor next to
my bed early that morning when she had dressed for
school.
I whispered that after she and her parents had left the
house for the day, Gwen had come to my bedroom intent
on having sex. Instead, her bare foot stepped on
Chelsea’s panties, and she quickly deduced what had
transpired. Initially, Gwen was very angry – to the
point of slapping me – but gradually she gave in to her
own horniness and my argument that she shared too many
secrets with her younger sibling. I told Gwen that
Chelsea had referred to me as a "fuck toy," and claimed
that she got this straight from Gwen herself.
At least Chelsea was forewarned about her older
sister’s potential anger. Shit! It was so stupid to
have been caught, and now I feared that a wedge may
have been driven between the two girls due largely to
our runaway teenaged libidos. Chelsea returned to her
room, finished dressing and headed downstairs to the
kitchen. I followed a few minutes later and found her
clearing away the breakfast debris that Gwen and I had
created. Gwen and I had gotten stoned that morning and
her stash still lay on the counter next to some empty
coffee cups. A half-dozen joints were arranged neatly
together in a small wooden box, the lid wide open.
Chelsea pulled one out and said that the stuff was too
expensive to buy at middle school, and that she got
high by relying on the kindness of others. At fourteen,
Chelsea was precocious – screwing older guys and
smoking dope – but I realized that five years ago when
I was her age, my friends and I were doing exactly the
same thing. Well almost... we got high, but had not yet
been laid due to chronic immaturity around the opposite
sex. Girls do grow up earlier!
When Gwen walked into the kitchen, her younger sister
twirled the joint in her fingers and asked for matches.
This took the wind out of Gwen’s sails, and whatever
she had planned to say about Chelsea fucking me was put
on hold. Gwen sat down and in a rather defeated tone
said that she was a terrible role model for Chelsea –
first telling her about sexual escapades at college,
and now the drugs.
As we ate lunch, Chelsea went on the offensive, saying
that Gwen should consider her own actions before
getting upset at the two of us. After all, Chelsea
observed that Gwen had been screwing their older cousin
Steve in that same bedroom since she was thirteen.
Chelsea said she had spied on them several times
beginning when she was eight years old. This was a
revelation to Gwen, who thought her incestuous affair
had been a well guarded secret.
Gwen said she needed a drink, and pulled a shot glass
and bottle of her father’s favorite malt whiskey from a
kitchen cupboard. Gwen slugged it down -- I needed one
as well. Not to be left out, Chelsea also wanted a
taste. She had never tried whiskey before and gagged,
but admitted it did create a nice warm sensation in her
chest. We then bundled up in winter coats and went into
the backyard to smoke the joint so there would be no
telltale odor inside the house.
The sky was overcast and gray, spitting an occasional
flake of snow. We were soon stoned and the tension we
had all felt around the kitchen table dissipated as the
marijuana smoke filled our lungs. The house next door
was empty, and its backyard Jacuzzi beckoned
invitingly. We decided to sneak over and use it while
nobody was home. Indeed, the neighborhood was populated
with working couples and few people were around during
the middle of the day.
Totally buzzed, we went back inside the house to change
into swimsuits. I hadn’t packed one for my trip, so
Gwen loaned me a pair of her father’s trunks.
Unfortunately, the years had given him some girth and I
had to hold onto the waistband to keep them up. The
kitchen was empty when I returned it, but out the
window I could see Chelsea next door setting up the
Jacuzzi, clad in a sleek black one piece bathing suit.
A big gout of steam rose into the air as she removed
the cover.
Chelsea was shivering when she came back into the warm
kitchen, saying it was cold outside. She noticed my
eyes fastening on her chest -- the thin fabric of her
swimsuit jutted outward in two sharp points formed by
nipples that had become rigid in the chill. The
marijuana made Chelsea horny and since her sister was
nowhere in sight, and she pulled the front of her suit
down far enough to expose both small breasts, arching
her chest outward to compensate for their small size.
Since Gwen was still upstairs, I daubed each of
Chelsea’s cold erect nipples with a bit of the whiskey
from the bottle that sat on the counter, and bending
down since the girl was shorter than me, suckled the
stuff off each breast. In my haste, I let go of the
waist band of the oversized sized swim trunks I was
wearing and they slipped to my ankles, exposing a
stiffening penis that Chelsea had first become familiar
with the night before. She fondled it as I lapped at
her nipples with my tongue.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to go any further, and
when Gwen entered the kitchen, Chelsea and I again were
modestly attired with expressions that belied our
sexual agitation, my hard penis jutting down one leg
but hidden behind the fabric of their dad’s bathing
suit.
Gwen had forgotten to bring her regular swimsuit home
from college break, and had to pull her nineteen year
old frame into a one piece garment she used three years
earlier. It no longer fit, and she complained that it
was very tight. Much to my private delight, it
accentuated her ample breasts and cleavage -- a slight
hint of brown areola peeked out from the low slung
neckline. Before heading next door to the neighbor’s
now bubbling Jacuzzi, we each fortified ourselves with
another shot of malt whiskey.
***
Stoned and tipsy from the alcohol, we snuck to the
neighbor’s back yard through the early afternoon chill,
carrying towels and clad in just our swimsuits. The
bubbling water was refreshingly hot and the three of us
settled into the Jacuzzi up to our shoulders, adjusting
our bodies to whichever spurting jets of water gave us
the most delight. The big tub had about a dozen spouts,
some arranged to provide comfort to sore muscles,
others positioned with a more erotic intent. The
bubbles from these devices created a froth that made it
impossible to see more than a few inches below the
surface of the water.
I sat in a location where a torrent of hot water pushed
hard against my lower back, but knew from sliding
around after we first climbed in that Gwen had perched
atop a stream that jetted upward directly between her
legs. Already she seemed in bliss, and again
complaining that the bathing suit she was wearing was
too tight, pulled its straps from her shoulders and
slipped the outfit’s top half down to her waist. Gwen’s
partial nudity wouldn’t have been apparent to anyone
who spied on us, since at that time only our heads were
above the roiling water.
The Jacuzzi was not large, and I played footsie with
the two sisters. One of the girls’ feet furtively crept
up my leg and planted itself in my crotch, its toes
rubbing the length of my cock which at that point was
still clad in their father’s swim trunks.
Initially, it was impossible to determine who was
stimulating me, but Gwen seemed too caught up in her
own jet of water to be the culprit. Indeed, her eyes
were closed and I detected a surreptitious movement of
her arm, hinting that she was already masturbating. The
mystery foot apparently belonged to Chelsea since it
disappeared when she shifted position in the water. I
used this opportunity to slide the oversized trunks
down to my ankles and kick them to the bottom of the
Jacuzzi. When Chelsea’s foot returned, it made direct
contact with the flesh of my penis. The fourteen year
old gasped, but then began once again to masturbate me
with her toes.
Since we were sitting less than five feet distant from
one another, it was impossible for Chelsea and me to
ignore her older sister’s approaching orgasm. The pot
and whiskey had loosened Gwen’s inhibitions and she
gave up any pretense of quiet masturbation. My feet had
entwined with hers, and I could feel her legs stiffen
with tension as she began cumming. Afterwards, once
Gwen relaxed, I reached over and tugged her swimsuit
down to her ankles.
Chelsea was next, and she performed a strip tease by
first standing on the Jacuzzi’s bench seat and then
pulling the straps of her swimsuit off her diminutive
shoulders one at a time. She stripped out of the suit
completely and tossed it into the snowy lawn. This was
a daring show since there was a chance that a neighbor
would inadvertently appear in one of the adjoining
backyards.
Her narrow hips lacked the more mature swell of her
older sister’s, and her clitoris was topped with only a
small patch of public hair that did nothing to hide her
labia. As Chelsea posed nude in the chilly afternoon, I
imagined this was exactly what Gwen must have looked
like five years earlier when her young breasts were
still budding. I couldn’t believe my luck! I now had
two naked siblings at my beck and call, one just
entering her teen years and the other just shy of
twenty.
It was clear that Gwen was not going to budge from her
position in the Jacuzzi, and I suggested to Chelsea
that she warm up and reposition herself to take
advantage of a jet of water that pulsated erotically
just beside me. Leaning back, she found a comfortable
position that placed her outstretched lower legs over
the top of my lap.
Following her older sister’s cue, Chelsea targeted the
hot surge so it cascaded over her clitoris. Her breasts
formed small two islands above the water and I tweaked
each hard little nipple. My hand then reached for her
vagina, and soon I was sliding my middle finger in and
out of it in a rhythmic fashion. I tired to slip in a
second finger, but found Chelsea’s young cunt too tight
for its penetration. Ah well, one finger would have to
suffice!
My dick jutted upright between Chelsea’s outstretched
legs, and with my free hand I diddled with it as I
focused most of my attention on making Chelsea cum. On
the other side of the Jacuzzi, Gwen was well on her way
to a second orgasm and didn’t seem to care what her
sister and I were doing.
When Chelsea climaxed, it was with an intensity that
caused her to cry out in a series of moans that
reverberated through the backyard. At least Gwen was
discretely quiet, a skill she had learned while fucking
in a college dorm room shared with others. But Chelsea
was new at this, and had yet to learn the etiquette of
quasi-public fucking.
To my delight, Chelsea was not finished! After winding
down a bit from her first orgasm, she swung her legs
around so they straddled my hips, and wrapped her arms
tightly around my neck so that her rigid nipples
crushed against my chest. My hands cupped her smooth
buttocks and supported the weight of her light frame as
she slid up and down my torso, rubbing her labia
against the shaft of my cock.
Slowly, this action pushed my hard-on through tight
cunt lips until we were truly united. Chelsea tilted
her head back with her mouth slightly open as we began
to fuck in earnest. Having screwed her the previous
night in the guest bedroom, I knew just where her sweet
spot was and my thumb flicked her hardened clitoris
which made her cum for a second time.
I felt a tingling sensation in my balls, and could have
easily shot sperm deep inside this young teenager.
Chelsea was in a drug and alcohol induced rapture, and
the two orgasms had pushed her beyond the point of
caring that she was not on any birth control. But I had
no intention of causing an unwanted pregnancy, and on
one of her upstrokes I slipped my penis out of her
vagina. Chelsea was frustrated, but I whispered that I
didn’t want to become a father to her child.
I swear I could feel the jizz retreat back down my
shaft, driving me nearly insane with lust. The two
girls took sympathy and repositioned themselves in the
water so they sat on either side of me. I pulled myself
out of the Jacuzzi, and braving cold temperatures sat
on its top rail with only my lower legs dangling in the
water. Similar to Chelsea a few minutes before, I found
the risk of getting caught a great erotic turn-on, and
encouraged the two girls began to jerk me off.
Both Gwen and Chelsea were now kneeling in the water,
their faces directly in front of my rock hard cock,
watching it intently. Gwen’s face had been cum on
before and she looked forward to it, but young Chelsea
really didn’t know what to expect. As they took turns
swallowing the tip of my dick with their mouths, the
sperm made a tickly feeling as it pulsed up my shaft.
Chelsea was again preparing to suck my penis and had
just formed an open mouthed "O" when the first stream
of milky cum splashed across her lips. In complete
surprise, she bore the brunt of my orgasm and by the
time my supply of jizz was exhausted the fourteen-year-
old’s face and mouth dripped with sperm. Totally spent,
I collapsed back into the Jacuzzi between the two
girls.
***
The Jacuzzi had become too hot and our skin looked like
steamed prunes. Climbing from the water, we didn’t
bother to put our clammy swimsuits back on and ran back
to the house immodestly attired in towels. In the
kitchen, the towels came off and we used them to dry
ourselves. Looking at each other standing there naked,
we all started to laugh.
Gwen suggested we each do one more shot of whiskey
before putting the bottle away. This took the edge off
our sobriety, and Chelsea suggested we clean up by
climbing into an oversized second floor bathroom shower
stall the girl’s parents had a contractor install while
Gwen was away at college.
I leaned against the bathroom sink while Chelsea
prepared the water. My knees were weak, but I acted as
though I had all of my strength as I followed both
sisters into the confines of the warm shower. We washed
each other's bodies, hands probing secret places which
were soaped thoroughly and rinsed, and then soaped
again.
Gwen tilted her head back for me to kiss before raising
her arms and placing them around my neck. Chelsea also
wanted some affection and as I bent over in order to
accommodate her smaller stature, I was reminded that
she was still only a young girl. But her passionate
kiss and the feel of her warm, wet, naked body against
mine was delightful.
Chelsea then showed Gwen and me a masturbatory
technique she had discovered one day while playing in
the shower while her parents were out of the house. She
adjusted the shower head so its diffuse spray became a
vibrating and concentrated stream of water. Sitting on
a little bench next to the shower wall, Chelsea spread
her legs wide and aimed the gushing water directly at
her clitoris.
By now, Gwen had again lathered my penis with suds, and
turning her back to me, she bent her torso forward and
leaned against a shower door for support. Her hand
guided my penis head to the slit of her vagina -- she
was wet and I was lubricated, and my dick disappeared
wholly inside her in two or three strokes. I fucked
Gwen doggie-style, her tits squishing hard against the
glass door with each forward thrust of my pelvis.
It was incredibly erotic to look intently into Chelsea
eyes as I made love to her older sister. Chelsea stared
back, but then closed her eyes just before pulsating
water from the shower head caused her to orgasm. God!
These girl’s parents would have heart attacks if they
knew what was transpiring in their own private
bathroom!
Sliding my hands around Gwen’s hips, my probing fingers
made contact with her blood engorged clitoris. I could
feel my own orgasm approach, and tried to time it so we
cum simultaneously. Our hips banged together in unison
and Gwen began to shudder and moan. Just then, I jerked
my penis out of her vagina and stroked it a couple of
times with my soapy hand before spurting several long
strings of splooge up the full length of her back.
Chelsea had by now recovered from her own orgasm and
actually applauded our performance.
It was now well after three in the afternoon and at
least for the time being our mutual lust was exhausted.
We scurried around the house cleaning up evidence of a
day’s worth of sexual debauchery. Before getting
dressed, Chelsea and I stood naked in the door of her
bedroom and roamed our hands over each other’s bodies
as we passionately kissed each other one final time.
I had come to Philadelphia to fuck Gwen, and
unexpectedly discovered that her younger sister Chelsea
had an equally strong sexual drive. Better yet, they
shared me as their common Boy Toy. A half hour later,
we were fully attired and again sprawled across the
living room couch watching a video when the girls’
father came home from work. He groused that we should
have done something productive with the day rather than
hang out and watch television...
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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