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Chelsea's First Time
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
***
While visiting Gwen, my college lover, I was introduced
to Chelsea, her fourteen year old sister. When Gwen was
called away unexpectedly, Chelsea gave me a sloppy
blowjob -- her first. That night, this girl snuck into
my bedroom where I lapped at her young pussy with my
tongue, followed by torrid unprotected sex. (M/f-teen,
ped, 1st, rom)
***
Over the winter break of my sophomore year in college,
Gwen invited me down from Connecticut to her parent’s
house in one of the wealthy Main Line towns just west
of Philadelphia. We attended the same university, and
although not into the official boyfriend / girlfriend
type of relationship, we did have one thing in common –
roommates who always went home for the weekend.
This left us with the privacy of two empty dorm rooms
in which we experimented sexually with one another for
hours without interruption. Although not centerfold
material, Gwen did have a pair of large perfectly
formed breasts appended to a short trim body and a
vivid imagination on how to best use her assets. I
looked forward to the visit since Philadelphia had more
than its share of museums and great restaurants, as
well as the prospect of fucking my friend from college.
Gwen’s parents, who were both college professors, owned
a big rambling Queen Anne-style house dating to the
late 19th Century. I was greeted at the door by Gwen’s
fourteen year old sister Chelsea, a freshman in high
school. I liked historic architecture and Chelsea gave
me a royal tour of the place. While Gwen and her
parents each slept in bedrooms on the second floor,
Chelsea had taken over the largest of the third floor
bedrooms, a spot originally built for servants. Other
smaller third floor bedrooms were now vacant unless
used by visiting house guests, and I was given one just
down the hall from where Chelsea slept.
The two sisters got along royally and indeed had
similar bodies, although Chelsea, who was still going
through puberty, had noticeably smaller breasts and a
slighter swell to her hips. It was apparent that
Chelsea tried to emulate everything her older sister
did. So when we walked down tree-lined streets and Gwen
snuggled her arm under mine and stuck her hand in my
jacket pocket, Chelsea did the same thing on my
opposite side.
Returning from our walk, the three of us sat on lawn
furniture in an unheated back porch. I had grabbed a
box of Whippets before leaving Connecticut, and pulled
them and an empty seltzer bottle from my daypack. Gwen
was an old hand with this stuff and was delighted,
while Chelsea, who had never seen a Whippet, was
suspicious.
I explained that Whippets were small metal cartridges
of nitrous oxide intended for home use in whipped cream
charging bottles. When making whipping cream, the
seltzer bottle was first filled with heavy cream and
then pressurized with the Whippet cartridge, which
caused the frothing action. For our intended use, the
nitrous oxide alone was released into the charging
bottle.
I warned Chelsea about the dangers inherent with the
inhalation of any compressed gas (make sure you get
enough fresh air, don't freeze your lips, and sit down
before inhaling to ward off dizziness). The
physiological effects of a lungful of nitrous would
last approximately a minute and then dissipate,
although the residual after-buzz could last for some
time afterwards. Basically, nitrous oxide gas produced
an anesthetic effect, used by dentists and popular at
campus parties.
To further reassure Chelsea, her sister and I took the
first hits so she could see what was coming. Gwen and I
inhaled lung-fulls of nitrous, pulled some fresh air
down on top and then held our breath. Within seconds, a
light tingling came over us, increasing in intensity
and frequency. The sensation felt like erotic waves
pulsating up and down our bodies from head to toe.
There was disorientation as the pulsing sounds and
feelings increased, wrapping over one another. As the
pleasurable throbs subsided, we both lay there with
eyes shut in a dreamlike state, in which the external
world had essentially ceased to exist. After taking her
first Whippet, Chelsea floated backward into a piece of
porch furniture and lay there with one of the biggest
shit-eating grins I had ever seen.
We asked Chelsea what she had thought about her first
Whippet. She hesitated, and then said it was like
masturbating, only better. I had heard this from people
at college, but never from a fourteen year old. This
girl was precocious! In jest, I suggested that Chelsea
come to by bedroom later for another Whippet.
We each did another hit of nitrous before walking back
into the house on wobbly legs, high as kites. The
girls’ parents were running out the door on their way
to teach evening university classes, and the three of
us sprawled out on the living room couch to watch
television. There was a phone call for Gwen – she had
an oral history class and had been playing telephone
tag with her interview subject, who was leaving for
England the next day and was available only right then
to do an interview.
So Gwen dashed out the door saying she would return in
a couple hours. When her car left the driveway, Chelsea
slid from her side of the couch towards me. I playfully
grabbed a barrette that held up her auburn hair,
allowing it to fall to her shoulders. I told her she
looked prettier with her hair down, and giggling, she
snuggled close against me as if she was my kid
sister... but Chelsea was not my sister.
The television program we were watching was dull, so
Chelsea and I discussed college life and middle school
angst. We agreed that sex, social status and the dread
of being dissed were central to the life of both
worlds. We played footsie in our stocking feet. Out of
the blue, Chelsea asked me if I had sex with Gwen, and
if I loved her older sister. I was taken aback! As I
attempted to explain the difference between being
lovers, versus actually being in love, Chelsea kissed
me on the lips.
Soon, we were making out in the glow of the television
and rubbing each other through clothing. Chelsea
plucked at a couple of buttons on my shirt, and
slipping her hand through the gap, began to rub my
upper chest. She then said that Gwen had referred to me
as her “Fuck Toy.” The little hussy! She had known all
along that I was screwing her sister.
I knew the two girls where close, but I didn’t think
they were confidants. So I asked Chelsea to define this
term. It turned out she didn’t like the analogy,
equating it to the time she had attempted sex with a
boy of her own age, whose actions consisted primarily
of groping and quick ejaculation. His self-centered
behavior had left her unsatisfied.
I thought back to my own experiences just five or six
years earlier, and told her I understood what she was
going through. But I also warned her that once in
college, she would still encounter guys who were
drunken, exploitative jerks.
Chelsea was being honest with me, so I described the
relationship Gwen and I had at college, attempting to
provide a more positive definition of “Fuck Toy.” Her
sister Gwen and I greatly enjoyed sex and were
imaginative in its application, but we were friends and
not in love. We both dated other people and did not get
jealous about it. I said that young women did enjoy sex
as much as young men.
At this point, Chelsea said she could love me, and
began to kiss me far more fervently than she had a few
minutes earlier. But being inexperienced, she was
unaware that her actions were causing a tingling in my
penis. With her lips pressed fully against mine, she
undid the remaining buttons on the front of my shirt.
I slipped my hands up under her loose sweater and
cupped small bra-encased breasts before reaching behind
her back to unhook bra claps with fumbling fingers. We
continued to kiss as she slipped the strap of the bra
first off one arm and then the other, and pulled it out
of the sleeve of her sweater and tossed it across the
room.
Chelsea’s still budding breasts were now liberated from
this undergarment and my hands roamed freely beneath
her sweater, cupping and tweaking each small nipple. I
then pulled the loose sweater over her head and threw
it in the direction of her bra. Her upper torso was now
naked and both our hearts were racing. My palms cupped
her chest and my fingers flicked tiny nipples that
turned hard in my touch. Chelsea whispered that until
that moment, she didn’t know they were that sensitive.
My dick became so hard that its tip began to peek out
of the top of my jeans. Chelsea’s hand accidentally
brushed against it, there was a pause, and then she
rubbed it again not so accidentally. She shifted
positions, and laying her head on my lap, and began to
carefully examine the denim clad shaft of my penis and
its shiny exposed head, which was now emitting a syrupy
clear substance. Chelsea’s prior sexual experimentation
had introduced her to sperm, and she said that this was
something different.
I gasped that it was pre-cum, sort of a lubricant.
Taking this as a cue, she rubbed the stuff all over my
glans, which she began to tease by lightly kissing and
gently blowing on. I had been rubbing her naked back,
and now pushed my hand down the back of her pants and
beneath her panties, cupping her small soft buttocks.
God, I thought I would die!
I wanted Chelsea to switch to sucking, and asked her to
undo my belt and fly. My engorged penis and hard, tight
balls jumped straight out at her. Wanting to get a
closer look, she again laid her head across my lap only
a few inches distant. I pumped my dick up and down with
my free hand, saying this was how I jerked off.
Chelsea said she had once seen a girlfriend give some
guy a blowjob, but had never done it herself. She said
she wanted to do it, so I told her to create a vacuum
by pursing her lips, and then use them to surround my
penis. I also told her that a wet cock looked sexier
that a dry one, and to use her salvia to lubricate my
penis. So Chelsea proceeded to lick my dick up and down
its full length until it glistened. On one of her
upward swings with her tongue, she lingered at its head
and sucked it into her mouth, running her lips all
around the rim of this knob.
Chelsea engulfed my cock head fully in her mouth, and I
guided her hand to my shaft and begged her to pump it
as she had just seen me do.
The sensation was intense, and I grabbed a handful of
her hair with one hand, and twisted a small bare nipple
with the other. We were both gasping. It would be over
in seconds. A groan that I was cumming caught Chelsea
by surprise and the first hard spurt jetted fully in
her mouth. Chelsea jerked her head back in astonishment
and watched wide eyed at the geyser she created. She
tugged my dick again and a second shot of ejaculate
formed an arc over her head and splattered against the
arm of the couch, leaving a stick white contrail in its
path across Chelsea’s cheek and forehead. The third and
fourth blasts followed a similar trajectory and
embedded in her hair.
As I lay there breathlessly, Chelsea licked her lips
which were covered with gobs of cum. She scooped some
from her cheek and nose and put it into her mouth after
she had thoroughly examined it, exclaiming she didn’t
think there would be so much. She moved my cum around
in her mouth with her tongue before swallowing saying
it tasted kind of salty. Totally fascinated, Chelsea
continued to fondle and play with my cock well after
the spasms subsided, causing it to remain aroused.
Suddenly, Gwen’s car flew back up the driveway and we
both dived for discarded clothing. When Gwen entered
the living room, Chelsea and I were models of chaste
propriety, perched on opposite ends of the couch with a
half eaten bowl of popcorn between us. In the glow of
the television, our flushed faces at first looked
normal. But as Gwen put her coat away, I gestured to
Chelsea that she still had some smeared sperm on her
face.
She gasped and bounded up the stairs to the bathroom,
grabbing her discarded bra along the way. In her
absence, Gwen sat on the couch next to me and asked if
I had been bored. I secretly was thinking that I had
come to Philadelphia to screw the girl now sitting next
to me, and instead had just received the first blowjob
her fourteen year old sister had ever given.
Their parents returned from the university shortly
thereafter, and we all watched the tube while the two
girls chattered away. Eventually they told Chelsea to
go to bed because it was a school night. Shortly
afterwards, I excused myself and climbed up the stairs
to my bed in the third floor guest room. The heating
system in the old house was inefficient, and despite
cold temperatures outside, the upper floor was very
warm. I ended up sleeping naked beneath a single
blanket, completely forgetting that I had invited
Chelsea to my room for a Whippet.
About 3 AM, she tiptoed barefoot into the guest room,
sat on the edge on my mattress and shook me awake,
saying she wanted to again taste nitrous oxide. She was
wearing a long sleeve cotton night shirt that buttoned
down the front, stopping a couple of inches above the
knee. I sleepily encouraged her to just go back to bed
but she was adamant.
What was I to do? I was naked, and retrieving the
Whippets required me to crawl out of bed. Chelsea had
not considered this, and let out an audible gasp as I
pushed the covers aside and crouched down to paw
through my belongings to find the things. This young
teenager hadn’t seen too many guys naked before, and
now there was one in her private third floor domain. I
ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor, eye level
with her knees as she sat in front of me still perched
on the edge of the bed. I did the first Whippet, and my
body was quickly flooded with pulsating erotic waves as
the laughing gas took effect. When my mind again gained
consciousness, I discovered that my hands were rubbing
her calves and knees. I had also developed a raging
hard-on that poked up at Chelsea while she stared back
at it in open mouthed wonder.
Chelsea started to play footsie with my penis, rubbing
her bare feet up and down the sides of my engorged
shaft. A warm sensation began to build in my balls, and
I pushed my arms further up her inner thighs. Each soft
stroke got tantalizingly closer and closer to her
crotch until my thumbs made contact with one another at
her crotch and pushed against her pelvic mound, which
was encased behind bikini panties. This tickled, and
Chelsea jumped and giggled, saying that she now wanted
to do a Whippet.
I had failed to mention that Whippets only give the
illusion of an orgasm, and they can make people very
horny. Whoosh went the nitrous oxide as it entered
Chelsea’s lungs and she slowly and dreamily fell
backward onto the bed, her legs still dangling over the
side of the mattress. She had no awareness of me
pulling off her panties and sliding her night shirt
above her slim waist, exposing a pussy topped with a
tiny thatch of amber pubic hair.
Still kneeling on the floor, I positioned myself so my
mouth was at her clit level. I began to softly kiss the
outer lips of Chelsea’s vagina, teasing its lips with
my tongue and stimulating the area around her clitoris.
Engaging her clitoris directly with my lips and sucking
hard, I could actually feel it harden and swell with
blood. I had found her pleasure button and didn’t take
my lips, tongue or mouth away from it.
As I wagged my tongue back and forth across Chelsea’s
clit, I felt like a thirsty dog lapping at an ice cream
cone. Chelsea, for her part, wrapped her legs around my
back and began to push her pelvis into my mouth. My
hands fumbled with the buttons of her nightshirt, and I
loosened enough of them to expose her small breasts,
which I cupped and fondled. Reaching further up, I
traced her lips with one finger, which she then sucked
into her mouth. I was on the home stretch!
Chelsea began to buck and her legs started shaking as
she thrust her vagina deeper into my mouth. She was in
the throes of ecstasy and went over the edge in a mind
blowing orgasm. I cupped the palm of my hand over her
mouth to muffle the moans, and then kneeled there with
my head using her pussy as a pillow while Chelsea spun
down and returned to earth.
We crawled atop the mattress, making out and messing
around with each other’s bodies. Eventually, I ended up
lying on my back with Chelsea sitting astride my hips.
Loosening the remaining buttons on her nightshirt, a
pair of small perky tits poked out at me in near
darkness. I asked Chelsea if I should cum inside her or
upon her, implying that I didn’t want to make her
pregnant by unprotected sex. She said she didn’t use
any birth control and agreed we shouldn’t fuck.
So I directed Chelsea’s hands to my hardened penis
thinking she would begin to masturbate me. But she had
other things in mind and began rubbing my cock-head
against her still engorged clitoris as the nightshirt
slipped off her shoulders, leaving her naked. Time for
me to inhale another Whippet! And another rush with
increasing intensity, the sensation causing erotic
waves to pulsate up and down my penis.
When I opened my eyes, the fourteen year old was
fucking me and I was shoving back! She had closed her
eyes and focused all her attention on the feelings she
was giving herself. Chelsea was incredibly tight, and
only the first couple of inches of my shaft had
disappeared into her cunt. But she was slick from
cunnilingus, and eventually my entire dick was
swallowed up, aided by my hands which were wrapped
around her small buttocks. We had thrown caution to the
wind.
As our passion mounted, Chelsea fingers teased her clit
and I pulled on her hard little nipples. She again
began to cum just as I began to feel that tingle
sensation in my balls that signaled my own orgasm was
but a few seconds away. On one of Chelsea’s pelvic
upstrokes, I jerked my engorged penis from her vagina
and watched as it spewed gobs of cum all over her
torso, splashing against the underside of a breast.
In her fervor, Chelsea continued to dry hump me for
another minute, during which my fingers circled a tiny
nipple until it was slick with cum, eventually rubbing
all of my seed into her chest and belly as it were hand
lotion.
Afterwards, Chelsea snuggled close to me and said she
had to go back to her bedroom. But soon we were fast
asleep in each other’s arms. Gray light was streaming
into the window when her mom, calling up the stairs
from two floors below, told her she would be late for
school.
Chelsea jumped from my bed, ran naked to the top of the
stairs and yelled that she would be right down. She
then returned, grabbed her nightshirt and dashed off
down the hall. A few minutes later, she came back into
my room fully clothed, planted a big sloppy kiss on my
lips, and skipped downstairs to breakfast and another
day at middle school.
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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