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Marrisa At The Summer House (teen sex)
by John Pringle
Two years ago I turned 14. To celebrate, I had
a friend, Pete, come to my summer house in Maine for
a week. The first two days went by as usual, with us
playing Playstation and raising hell around town. On
the third day, though, we met my "summer girlfriend",
Marissa, and her friend Lindsay on the main street.
Knowing my mother was out antiquing and would be for
hours, I invited the two girls to come back to my
house.
When we entered the house, we went straight to
the basement. There, Marissa and I engaged in a make
out session as usual, while Pete and Lindsay were
watching TV, talking. Pete and Lindsay really struck
it off, and by the end of the day, they were making
out as well. Around five o'clock, the girls had to go
home. This left me and Pete playing Twisted Metal 2
for an hour until the call. It was Marissa. "John,
you and Pete meet me and Lindsay at my house tomorrow
at 11 o'clock. Kay? Luv ya! Bye!"
This was great. That night, all Pete talked
about was how hot Lindsay was. "I just love those
perfectly rounded tits of hers. Ya think I'll get to
touch them tomorrow?" Pete asked.
"Maybe. If she's as fast as Marissa, yeah," for
I had already gotten to feel her perfect C cups. "Fuck,
I've only known her for a month, and I've gotten to
second."
I've got to say, Lindsay is mo hot. I wouldn't
mind blowing my load in her, although I would rather
fuck Marissa. It was about 7 o'clock when my mother
called us up for dinner. We were both jumping with
excitement about our future encounters with the hot-
test girls in Maine.
The Next Day
I awoke at about 7:30 am. Pete was still asleep
and probably would be for hours. A picture of Marissa
popped into my mind, and I instantly got a woody. I
sauntered into the bathroom, and slowly started to move
up and down my cock, increasing in speed as the mental
picture of Marissa became more vivid. I envisioned her
spreading her legs, teasing me with her wet pussy and
erect nipples as she caressed her perfect cunt. It was
at that time that I shuddered with pleasure and blasted
my load onto the white porcelain sink. I hastily
cleaned up my jism, because I heard rustling coming
from the room that Pete and I were sharing.
Pete had only shifted, so I repeatedly kicked
him until he awoke. As he woke up, he paraded off to
the can. I prayed he wouldn't find a spot of my cum
that I had possibly missed.
At 10:30, after showering and breakfast, we
embarked on our journey. I told my mother that we were
going to skateboard and see a movie, and we'd be back
before 10:00pm. I noticed Marissa's mother and father
going off to work just as we approached the house. It
was about 10:40 when we knocked on the door. Marissa
answered the door, knowing it was us. She was wearing
a black and white checkered towel, her hair dripping
with watter. Apparently she had just showered, and she
explained that she hadn't expected us this early and
Lindsay was still in the shower. She left me and Pete
in the basement, watching MTV News.
Marissa came down in five minutes, wearing real
short cut off blue jeans and a tight bright green shirt
with the Poot! logo on it. Judging by the way her tits
moved as she walked and the fact that I could distinct-
ly see both nipples poking the shirt, she wasn't wear-
ing a bra. "We're gonna have some fun today, John!"
Marissa said to me, in a sexy, seductive way. Just then
Lindsay strutted down the stairs, wearing daisy dukes
and a belly shirt that barely covered the bottom of
her overflowing jugs. I could definetly see that she
wasn't wearing a bra, because of the bottom of her
breast showing. Pete saw this too, and I noticed a
rather large bulge in his pants grow bigger.
Lindsay noticed this trouser tent of Pete's,
and paraded over to him, placing her lips firmly on
his and wraps her arms around him. As for me, I was
busy with Marissa's tongue as we made out on the pool
table. After an hour or so of this, Lindsay takes off
her shirt and allows Pete to start licking and sucking
her tits. She slightly moaned as he maneuvered his
tongue around her erect nipple. The next thing I knew,
Lindsay was wearing nothing but her pink panties. As
she slid these off, Pete noticed a medium sized tuft
of brownish blonde hair right over Lindsay's hole.
Pete was in his boxers, but his cock was thrusting out
the little hole in the front. Lindsay started to suck
his dick.
Marissa and I were now on the floor, both
stripped naked, her smooth hand slid up and down my
schlong, with a little help from her spit, used as a
lubricant. I couldn't help but notice that she had
but a stubble of hair rising above her cunt. She had
probably shaved yesterday or the day before. After
about 4 minutes of this I could stand no more and
blew my juices all over her perfect tits. As the goo
dripped down, I slid closer to Marissa and started
gently sliding my finger up her wet pussy.
By this time, Pete had squirted his juice all
over Lindsay's face and mouth. Pete's head had pro-
gressed to in between Lindsay's smooth legs and was
flicking his tongue back and forth, in and out of her
hole.
I noticed that Marissa was breathing very
heavily now, thanks to my fingers, begging me to go
faster. In and out I went, my cock getting hard again,
just as her twat tightened and convulsed around my
middle and index finger. They were covered in the
warm pussy juice that she made. After withdrawing my
fingers, I noticed that there was some blood. I had
just popped her cherry. We then moved into a 69,
pleasuring each other orally.
In the backround, I heard a moan of pleasure.
Lindsay was laying on the couch, slightly arching her
back. Pete was moving between her legs, boning her.
She screams, "Oh yes! Fuck me harder baby," just as
she shuddered and moaned. Pete was about to blow his
load, so he speeds up, brushing his hair against hers.
Pete moaned, "Oh sweet lord, here I come!" just as
the special sauce poured from his swollen head.
Marissa's cunt twitched and shuddered around
my toungue, and this drew an end to the 69. She sat
on the pool table, legs spread, saying, "John...please
fuck me.....oh god, please shove it in there..." I
knew what I had to do. I started out rubbing my dick
up and down her heavenly opening. "Please, John...
stick it in..." It was then that I thrust in as hard
as I could, holding on to her thin hips for support.
I rammed back and forth, my cock going in as far as
it possibly could. I felt her overflowing breasts as
I rammed her, causing her to cum after about seven
minutes. Shortly thereafter, I exploded into her.
We all moved onto the couch and watched TV
naked after this fiasco, for we were all to tired
and content to put back on our clothes. Marissa and
I started making out, she even jerked me off once
more, lapping up the sweet nectars from me, and at
about 9:30, Pete and I left for my summer house. I
had invited the girls over for tomorrow, hopefully
another fun filled day of foreplay and fucking. I
hope my mom dosn't notice that I smell like sweat.
I'll tell her that I was skateboarding hard.
Pete and I had a lot more time that vacation,
most of it would be spent with Marissa and Lindsay.
To find out what we did, read The Summer House.
Note: This really happened. No shit!! I
changed the names and the location, though. So, if
you know a John Pringle, it probably wasn't him that
fucked "Marissa."