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Cliff_Dweller_-_Chelsea's_First_Time_Pt1_Pt2.txt
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 OF PART ONE...

**

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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