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The Summer House (mf-teens)
by John Pringle
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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 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
hottest 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 water. 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 distinctly see both nipples poking the shirt, she wasn't
wearing 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 progressed 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.
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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."
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