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Chelsea's First Time - 2
by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net)
***
The second story in a series about visiting Gwen, my
college lover, at her parent's house over winter break.
The day started fitfully when she discovered that I had
fucked her fourteen year old sister the night before;
however, a mutual lust won out -- Gwen and I first
screwed in her parent's bedroom, followed by more sex
in the kitchen, enhanced by marijuana and strategically
placed gobs of jelly. (MF, rom, inc, mast)
***
I lay in bed pondering the course of events that had
taken place over the preceding twenty-four hours. It
was winter break of my sophomore year in college, and
my friend Gwen had invited me down from Connecticut to
her parent’s house just west of Philadelphia. Although
not my girlfriend, Gwen and I did enjoy great sex with
one another, and we looked forward to some time
together over the school holiday.
Gwen’s parents were both college professors who lived
in a big rambling house well over a century old. She
also had a fourteen year old sister Chelsea, a freshman
in high school, who slept in one of the third floor
bedrooms originally built for servants.
I was now basking naked in an adjoining bedroom that
was vacant unless used by visiting house guests. The
previous evening, I had enticed Chelsea into giving me
her first ever blowjob, while her parents were at the
university teaching classes and Gwen had been
unexpectedly called away from the house for a couple of
hours. This initiated a passion that cumulated in the
middle of the night, when Chelsea had snuck from her
bedroom into mine – we had fucked while her parents and
older sister had slept one floor below.
Presently, I could hear Chelsea and her parents
downstairs as they prepared for work and school. Once
they left the house, Gwen and I would be alone for the
day. Just after they departed, Gwen indeed appeared in
the bedroom doorway clad only in a fluffy terrycloth
robe, which she pulled opened to expose a well formed
set of breasts topped by pert brown nipples, a firm
smooth tummy, and farther down, a thatch of amber
colored pubic hair.
With her hands, she squeezed both breasts together to
accentuate their rotund firmness. It was clear she
wanted to fuck me, and I pulled aside the blanket
exposing my naked frame and semi-hard penis that I had
idly been stroking since first awakening. But when
approaching my bed, Gwen’s bare foot stepped on her
fourteen year old sister’s underwear, forgotten and
discarded after Chelsea had snuck into my bedroom for
several hours of illicit sex before she dressed for her
day at middle school.
It was clear to Gwen what Chelsea and I had done on the
bed she was now approaching, and her sultry look
changed to one of outrage. Wham! She slapped me across
the face hard enough to rattle my teeth, and then
stormed down the stairs to her second floor bedroom,
slamming the door behind her. Holy shit! I had driven
several hundred miles specifically to screw my friend
from college, and had just been caught with undeniable
evidence that I had instead fucked her kid sister. What
to do?! Grab all my stuff and flee back up to
Connecticut? Apologize to Gwen? Lie and deny
everything?
In a panic, I raced naked down the stairs to the second
floor and found the door of Gwen’s bedroom slightly
ajar. Apparently she had slammed it with such force
that it had bounced back open. At least I was saved the
drama of having to plead through a locked door. Gwen
was curled up on her bed tightly swaddled in that
terrycloth robe. But she didn’t resist when I lay down
next to her, and hugged her tightly from behind in a
spoon-like fashion.
We said nothing for quite awhile, and I thought it a
good sign that she didn’t shove me away or again hit
me. I told Gwen that I deserved the blow. In an attempt
to justify what had happened, I explained that Chelsea
had referred to me as a "fuck toy," and that when I
asked her younger sister where she had heard the term,
she told me it was Gwen herself. This provoked a sigh,
and Gwen admitted that she shouldn’t have been so
forthcoming about me with Chelsea. As I suspected, they
shared a lot of secrets despite a five year age
difference between them.
I told Gwen that her kid sister adored and emulated
her. Gwen again sighed, and said I didn’t know the half
of it. She then told me an amazing story, reminiscing
about a Thanksgiving holiday that came a few weeks
after her thirteenth birthday -- apparently Chelsea
wasn’t the only sister to lose her virginity to an
older guy in that spare third floor bedroom. While the
adults slept off too much turkey and stuffing or
watched television football in the living room two
floors below, Gwen and her sixteen year old cousin
Steve pawed at one another on the same bed where I had
just spent the night.
They had known one another all their lives and had hung
out together when his family came to visit a few times
each year from Virginia. But now her small breasts were
just starting to bud and Gwen wanted Steve to take
notice. At that time, her bedroom was on the third
floor – the same one Chelsea had moved into when Gwen
had gone off to college. She had "arranged" to be
caught by Steve on her way to take a shower while
wrapped in only a small towel.
Apparently this took awhile – Gwen said she had paraded
back and forth in this towel nearly a half hour before
Steve noticed. Then the towel was discarded at the
doorway to the guest bedroom. Steve’s clothes quickly
followed, and they had together willingly lost their
virginity.
Steve was always assigned that guest bedroom while his
family visited Philadelphia, and Gwen recounted a
situation very similar to what had transpired between
Chelsea and me the previous night – since it was
isolated from other parts of the house where the adults
slept, this room was where the two cousins made love
whenever their families were together.
This affair lasted for years, and I suspected that many
of the more imaginative sexual techniques Gwen had used
on me at college were learned here. She said that Steve
now lived in California, but implied that the affair
had never ended; rather, it had been put on hold due to
the great distance between them.
I encouraged Gwen to keep talking, since this seemed to
diminish her anger at me for fucking her kid sister.
Also, I found myself becoming aroused as Gwen talked
about herself when she was Chelsea’s age, and I slipped
a hand beneath her robe to cup a breast and tweak an
exposed nipple. Again, she didn’t push me away, so I
asked what her most daring sexual escapade with Steve
had been.
Gwen recounted in detail a time about a year and a half
later – she would have been fourteen – when in the
middle of a hot, sticky and humid July night, she and
Steve had dared one another to go skinny dip in a
swimming pool located behind a house a half block away.
They were already naked, and tiptoed downstairs past
rooms of sleeping parents and out of the house still in
the buff. They made it to the neighbor’s pool without
incident, but Gwen told me their splashing awoke the
owner, who turned on the floodlights just as she had
wrapped her light frame around Steve’s torso as he
stood in three feet of water. Rather than fuck, they
had to dash from the pool and back into darkness.
Gwen laughed as she described her seventeen year old
cousin running in panic with a rock hard dick jutting
out in front of him. This set dogs barking, and
sneaking back to her parent’s house had proved
challenging. Sweating, and sprawled in the cool grass
between two houses with the empty street in sight, Gwen
said she sucked Steve’s flagging penis back to life and
had then straddled him for some fervent sex before a
gray line of dawn appeared in the eastern sky, forcing
them to sneak back into the house and tiptoe naked to
their respective bedrooms. This story caused me to
think about Chelsea giving me a blowjob the previous
night.
Gwen must have read my mind, because she said her kid
sister apparently took after her. I thought that just
maybe, I had been forgiven, and that Gwen would not
pitch me out of her house with a boot in the backside.
Still, I didn’t want to press Gwen for sex if she was
not quite ready.
Gwen’s parents had turned the thermostat down before
they left for work and the big house began to chill. I
was naked and developed goose bumps, so Gwen led me
down the hall to her parent’s bedroom, producing from
the closet a large terrycloth robe similar to her own
that was worn by her father. I perched on the edge of
her parent’s bed, and Gwen for the first time noticed
the red welt on my face where she had struck me. I said
it still stung, and she began to gently kiss it.
She found some lotion on a dresser, put some on her
hands and rubbed it into my swollen cheek. I was about
to say that an ice pack would have been better, but her
salve covered hands then pulled my penis from beneath
the robe and encircled its hardening shaft, which she
stroked up and down. I hadn’t worn the robe for more
than two minutes before I was again naked, this time
laying flat on my back on Gwen’s parents’ bed.
Gwen removed her own robe and climbed atop me. Again
she grabbed my cock, whose slick head she now rubbed on
the tips of each breast. With my free hand, I twisted
and kneaded whichever nipple that Gwen was not rubbing
my penis against. Slowly, Gwen slid forward and when
she enveloped my hard-on between her large breasts, I
squeezed them together with my hands. I was fucking her
tits! As she slid back and forth on my torso, the tip
of my dick, which was now tinged purple, would appear,
then disappear, and then again reappear.
If she kept this up, I would have exploded sperm all
over her chest. But Gwen had something else in mind,
and slowly slid further up my naked torso, until my
lips and tongue could suckle her nipples, which had a
faint aftertaste of hand lotion.
I could now reach her vagina with my hands, but
discovered that she had already beaten me to it, and
was rubbing vigorously away on a hardened clit. So I
probed further, sticking my middle finger into a
slippery wet cunt, quickly developing a rhythm that
matched Gwen’s hand as it masturbated her clitoris.
Her breathing changed, and it now came in a series of
ragged gasps, followed by a loud moan as the first
orgasm hit. Gwen continued to frantically hump my
finger and a minute or two later, she was again
cumming. Pausing only long enough to catch her breath,
she grabbed my rigid penis, rubbed its head a couple of
times on her clit, and let her vagina swallow the
entire thing.
We fucked hard -- watching her breasts bounce up and
down was as much a turn on as the tempo of my shaft
inside her. From deep inside my balls, I felt the
familiar tingling sensation that always preceded an
orgasm, and shouted that I was about to cum. Gwen
increased her pace, and we orgasmed together, my sperm
deposited deep inside her vagina. Afterwards, as we lay
side by side panting, it occurred to me that Gwen’s
parents had probably conceived her in this very room,
perhaps on this same bed!
Hunger drove us from our reverie, and clad once again
in bathrobes, we padded downstairs to the kitchen for a
breakfast of coffee, toast and jam. By mutual
agreement, we decided not to get dressed until just
before Gwen’s parents and sister returned to the house
later that afternoon. After we ate, Gwen produced a
marijuana cigarette, and suggested we smoke it outside
to mask any incriminating odors.
So we put on boots, and trudged out into the backyard
in our robes, crunching a thin skree of snow beneath
our feet. It wasn’t bitterly cold, and the thick
terrycloth held off the chill, at least for the time it
took us to smoke the joint. Soon, we were stupid and
silly, chasing one another around the yard.
I pushed Gwen against a large tree and pulled open her
robe – exposing flesh that quickly developed goose
bumps in the chill air. Her nipples became rock hard
knobs, both from the sexual energy between us and the
cold. I then opened the front of my robe and pressed my
torso against hers as we engaged in a passionate French
kiss.
My hard-on jutted upward pressed tight against her
tummy, and she bent slightly to embrace it between her
tits. We could have fucked right there, but a neighbor
came out of the back door of his house and jumped into
his car late for work. God, we were less than seventy-
five feet away and in plain sight of the guy! But he
was fumbling with his car keys and never looked up. We
ran back into the house, intent on having sex away from
prying eyes.
Gwen perched herself atop the kitchen counter in the
midst of breakfast crumbs. I stood on the floor in
front of her and we kissed some more. Spying a half
empty jar of strawberry jelly, I pulled open her robe
and placed big dollops of the stuff on each nipple,
saying this would warm them from the outside chill. I
then wrapped my lips around her right nipple,
swallowing in the areola along with a portion of
breast. When I stopped for a breath, the jelly had
disappeared. This was fun, and I did the other tit the
same way!
Gwen’s cunt lips were not neglected, and again I
swallowed all the jelly and applied another spoonful,
concentrating my tongue on a very tasty clitoris. By
now, Gwen’s robe had fallen from her shoulders onto the
counter, leaving her virtually naked except for her
arms which were still encased in terrycloth sleeves.
Gwen wrapped both legs around my upper back and pulled
my head hard into her crotch. Her orgasm was as intense
as I had ever seen from a woman.
Gwen wanted me to switch places, and I found myself
sitting atop the counter with my dick jutting straight
out in expectant reciprocity at the nude figure
standing in front of me. The girl’s blowjob technique
was an expert combination of rhythm and moisture. She
started by dumping gobs of jelly along the full length
of my penis, and spread it around so it coated my
balls. The majority of her blowjob involved licking the
head of cock, and bobbing her mouth up and down on the
upper couple of inches of its shaft. Gwen occasionally
removed my penis from her mouth altogether and rubbed
it over her lips, cheeks and neck as she lapped at the
remaining jelly. In my mind, I pictured Gwen working
out this technique with her cousin Steve when she was
thirteen or fourteen.
Gwen licked my dick up and down until every bit of the
jelly was gone, and then sucked its tip through her
lips and moved her head back and forth as though we
were fucking. As the cum began to work its way up my
shaft, I gasped that I wanted to shoot the splooge into
her mouth. Gwen pulled a few inches away, and obliged
me by opening her lips as wide as they would go.
She grabbed my penis, stroked it once, stroked it a
second time, and continued to do so as several streams
of sperm jetted forth. Her aim was not good, and my
first ejaculatory streak hit the bridge of her nose
before lodging itself into her hair. The second shot
followed a similar line of flight. But the third and
fourth were right on target, and disappeared down her
throat. Gwen then stepped back and gave me a self
satisfied grin while a string of cum dripped from her
face onto her breasts.
It was approaching Noon, and we assumed there would be
at least three more hours of privacy before anyone else
returned home. Gwen and I put back on our bathrobes and
drifted to the living room couch, drowsy from the
marijuana and a morning’s worth of sex play. She placed
her head on my lap and soon was fast asleep... we
didn’t hear the door open and were unaware that Gwen’s
fourteen year old sister 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!
She caught me channel surfing the television remote
control with one hand while idly playing with one of
Gwen’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
still did not stir, prompting her grinning younger
sister to put a finger to her mouth and shush me quiet
before I could say anything. She then scampered
upstairs to her bedroom.
To be continued...
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