S.T.M.' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ Warning! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ S.T.M.'s Collection - ho-hum_but_not_dull Directory ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~