("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' 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 CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------- Chelsea's First Time - 3 by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net) *** The third story in a series about visiting Gwen, my college lover, at her parent's house over winter break. Her fourteen year old sister Chelsea arrived home early and unexpectedly from school, and after getting high the three of us spent the afternoon screwing in a neighbor's outdoor jacuzzi, followed by more sex in a shower adjacent to their parent's bedroom. (MF/f-teen, ped, inc, exh, 1st, rom) *** It was winter break and I was in Philadelphia visiting my friend Gwen, who was a sophomore in college. Her parents owned a big old house west of the city, and they were now at work while Chelsea -- Gwen’s fourteen year old sister -- was at middle school. The living room clock struck noon, and we assumed there would be at least three more hours of privacy before anyone else returned home. I had just received the most glorious blowjob from Gwen while sitting atop the kitchen counter, after which, we put on our bathrobes (mine was borrowed from her father’s bedroom closet) and drifted to the living room couch, drowsy from smoking marijuana and a morning’s worth of sex play. Gwen placed her head on my lap and soon was fast asleep... *** We didn’t hear the door open and were unaware that 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! Chelsea caught me channel surfing the television remote with one hand while idly playing with one of her older sister’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 did not stir, prompting the grinning young teenager to put a finger to her mouth and shush me quiet before I could say anything. She then scampered upstairs to her third-floor bedroom to change out of school clothes. I awoke Gwen and said that her kid sister was home early from school. We cinched up our robes and headed to respective bedrooms to get dressed for the day. I was assigned a spare guest room on the third floor right next to Chelsea’s room, while Gwen and her parents slept in bedrooms on the second floor. As if she were expecting me, Chelsea met me at the top of the stairs clad only in a bra and panties, standing in a pose that just begged me to pull the last pieces of clothing from her body. We slipped into the door of my bedroom and engaged in a sloppy kiss as she fumbled with the knot at the front of her dad’s bathrobe, while I pulled the bra from her perky young breasts. Chelsea whispered that all morning she had thought about us again making love, picking up where we had left off the previous night after she had tiptoed from her room into mine. However, common sense had to prevail over horniness. Gwen was just one floor below getting dressed, and it had pissed her off when she discovered that Chelsea and I had screwed one another. In spite of our mutual rising passion, I backed away from Chelsea and tossed her the forgotten panties she left on the floor next to my bed early that morning when she had dressed for school. I whispered that after she and her parents had left the house for the day, Gwen had come to my bedroom intent on having sex. Instead, her bare foot stepped on Chelsea’s panties, and she quickly deduced what had transpired. Initially, Gwen was very angry – to the point of slapping me – but gradually she gave in to her own horniness and my argument that she shared too many secrets with her younger sibling. I told Gwen that Chelsea had referred to me as a "fuck toy," and claimed that she got this straight from Gwen herself. At least Chelsea was forewarned about her older sister’s potential anger. Shit! It was so stupid to have been caught, and now I feared that a wedge may have been driven between the two girls due largely to our runaway teenaged libidos. Chelsea returned to her room, finished dressing and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I followed a few minutes later and found her clearing away the breakfast debris that Gwen and I had created. Gwen and I had gotten stoned that morning and her stash still lay on the counter next to some empty coffee cups. A half-dozen joints were arranged neatly together in a small wooden box, the lid wide open. Chelsea pulled one out and said that the stuff was too expensive to buy at middle school, and that she got high by relying on the kindness of others. At fourteen, Chelsea was precocious – screwing older guys and smoking dope – but I realized that five years ago when I was her age, my friends and I were doing exactly the same thing. Well almost... we got high, but had not yet been laid due to chronic immaturity around the opposite sex. Girls do grow up earlier! When Gwen walked into the kitchen, her younger sister twirled the joint in her fingers and asked for matches. This took the wind out of Gwen’s sails, and whatever she had planned to say about Chelsea fucking me was put on hold. Gwen sat down and in a rather defeated tone said that she was a terrible role model for Chelsea – first telling her about sexual escapades at college, and now the drugs. As we ate lunch, Chelsea went on the offensive, saying that Gwen should consider her own actions before getting upset at the two of us. After all, Chelsea observed that Gwen had been screwing their older cousin Steve in that same bedroom since she was thirteen. Chelsea said she had spied on them several times beginning when she was eight years old. This was a revelation to Gwen, who thought her incestuous affair had been a well guarded secret. Gwen said she needed a drink, and pulled a shot glass and bottle of her father’s favorite malt whiskey from a kitchen cupboard. Gwen slugged it down -- I needed one as well. Not to be left out, Chelsea also wanted a taste. She had never tried whiskey before and gagged, but admitted it did create a nice warm sensation in her chest. We then bundled up in winter coats and went into the backyard to smoke the joint so there would be no telltale odor inside the house. The sky was overcast and gray, spitting an occasional flake of snow. We were soon stoned and the tension we had all felt around the kitchen table dissipated as the marijuana smoke filled our lungs. The house next door was empty, and its backyard Jacuzzi beckoned invitingly. We decided to sneak over and use it while nobody was home. Indeed, the neighborhood was populated with working couples and few people were around during the middle of the day. Totally buzzed, we went back inside the house to change into swimsuits. I hadn’t packed one for my trip, so Gwen loaned me a pair of her father’s trunks. Unfortunately, the years had given him some girth and I had to hold onto the waistband to keep them up. The kitchen was empty when I returned it, but out the window I could see Chelsea next door setting up the Jacuzzi, clad in a sleek black one piece bathing suit. A big gout of steam rose into the air as she removed the cover. Chelsea was shivering when she came back into the warm kitchen, saying it was cold outside. She noticed my eyes fastening on her chest -- the thin fabric of her swimsuit jutted outward in two sharp points formed by nipples that had become rigid in the chill. The marijuana made Chelsea horny and since her sister was nowhere in sight, and she pulled the front of her suit down far enough to expose both small breasts, arching her chest outward to compensate for their small size. Since Gwen was still upstairs, I daubed each of Chelsea’s cold erect nipples with a bit of the whiskey from the bottle that sat on the counter, and bending down since the girl was shorter than me, suckled the stuff off each breast. In my haste, I let go of the waist band of the oversized sized swim trunks I was wearing and they slipped to my ankles, exposing a stiffening penis that Chelsea had first become familiar with the night before. She fondled it as I lapped at her nipples with my tongue. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to go any further, and when Gwen entered the kitchen, Chelsea and I again were modestly attired with expressions that belied our sexual agitation, my hard penis jutting down one leg but hidden behind the fabric of their dad’s bathing suit. Gwen had forgotten to bring her regular swimsuit home from college break, and had to pull her nineteen year old frame into a one piece garment she used three years earlier. It no longer fit, and she complained that it was very tight. Much to my private delight, it accentuated her ample breasts and cleavage -- a slight hint of brown areola peeked out from the low slung neckline. Before heading next door to the neighbor’s now bubbling Jacuzzi, we each fortified ourselves with another shot of malt whiskey. *** Stoned and tipsy from the alcohol, we snuck to the neighbor’s back yard through the early afternoon chill, carrying towels and clad in just our swimsuits. The bubbling water was refreshingly hot and the three of us settled into the Jacuzzi up to our shoulders, adjusting our bodies to whichever spurting jets of water gave us the most delight. The big tub had about a dozen spouts, some arranged to provide comfort to sore muscles, others positioned with a more erotic intent. The bubbles from these devices created a froth that made it impossible to see more than a few inches below the surface of the water. I sat in a location where a torrent of hot water pushed hard against my lower back, but knew from sliding around after we first climbed in that Gwen had perched atop a stream that jetted upward directly between her legs. Already she seemed in bliss, and again complaining that the bathing suit she was wearing was too tight, pulled its straps from her shoulders and slipped the outfit’s top half down to her waist. Gwen’s partial nudity wouldn’t have been apparent to anyone who spied on us, since at that time only our heads were above the roiling water. The Jacuzzi was not large, and I played footsie with the two sisters. One of the girls’ feet furtively crept up my leg and planted itself in my crotch, its toes rubbing the length of my cock which at that point was still clad in their father’s swim trunks. Initially, it was impossible to determine who was stimulating me, but Gwen seemed too caught up in her own jet of water to be the culprit. Indeed, her eyes were closed and I detected a surreptitious movement of her arm, hinting that she was already masturbating. The mystery foot apparently belonged to Chelsea since it disappeared when she shifted position in the water. I used this opportunity to slide the oversized trunks down to my ankles and kick them to the bottom of the Jacuzzi. When Chelsea’s foot returned, it made direct contact with the flesh of my penis. The fourteen year old gasped, but then began once again to masturbate me with her toes. Since we were sitting less than five feet distant from one another, it was impossible for Chelsea and me to ignore her older sister’s approaching orgasm. The pot and whiskey had loosened Gwen’s inhibitions and she gave up any pretense of quiet masturbation. My feet had entwined with hers, and I could feel her legs stiffen with tension as she began cumming. Afterwards, once Gwen relaxed, I reached over and tugged her swimsuit down to her ankles. Chelsea was next, and she performed a strip tease by first standing on the Jacuzzi’s bench seat and then pulling the straps of her swimsuit off her diminutive shoulders one at a time. She stripped out of the suit completely and tossed it into the snowy lawn. This was a daring show since there was a chance that a neighbor would inadvertently appear in one of the adjoining backyards. Her narrow hips lacked the more mature swell of her older sister’s, and her clitoris was topped with only a small patch of public hair that did nothing to hide her labia. As Chelsea posed nude in the chilly afternoon, I imagined this was exactly what Gwen must have looked like five years earlier when her young breasts were still budding. I couldn’t believe my luck! I now had two naked siblings at my beck and call, one just entering her teen years and the other just shy of twenty. It was clear that Gwen was not going to budge from her position in the Jacuzzi, and I suggested to Chelsea that she warm up and reposition herself to take advantage of a jet of water that pulsated erotically just beside me. Leaning back, she found a comfortable position that placed her outstretched lower legs over the top of my lap. Following her older sister’s cue, Chelsea targeted the hot surge so it cascaded over her clitoris. Her breasts formed small two islands above the water and I tweaked each hard little nipple. My hand then reached for her vagina, and soon I was sliding my middle finger in and out of it in a rhythmic fashion. I tired to slip in a second finger, but found Chelsea’s young cunt too tight for its penetration. Ah well, one finger would have to suffice! My dick jutted upright between Chelsea’s outstretched legs, and with my free hand I diddled with it as I focused most of my attention on making Chelsea cum. On the other side of the Jacuzzi, Gwen was well on her way to a second orgasm and didn’t seem to care what her sister and I were doing. When Chelsea climaxed, it was with an intensity that caused her to cry out in a series of moans that reverberated through the backyard. At least Gwen was discretely quiet, a skill she had learned while fucking in a college dorm room shared with others. But Chelsea was new at this, and had yet to learn the etiquette of quasi-public fucking. To my delight, Chelsea was not finished! After winding down a bit from her first orgasm, she swung her legs around so they straddled my hips, and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck so that her rigid nipples crushed against my chest. My hands cupped her smooth buttocks and supported the weight of her light frame as she slid up and down my torso, rubbing her labia against the shaft of my cock. Slowly, this action pushed my hard-on through tight cunt lips until we were truly united. Chelsea tilted her head back with her mouth slightly open as we began to fuck in earnest. Having screwed her the previous night in the guest bedroom, I knew just where her sweet spot was and my thumb flicked her hardened clitoris which made her cum for a second time. I felt a tingling sensation in my balls, and could have easily shot sperm deep inside this young teenager. Chelsea was in a drug and alcohol induced rapture, and the two orgasms had pushed her beyond the point of caring that she was not on any birth control. But I had no intention of causing an unwanted pregnancy, and on one of her upstrokes I slipped my penis out of her vagina. Chelsea was frustrated, but I whispered that I didn’t want to become a father to her child. I swear I could feel the jizz retreat back down my shaft, driving me nearly insane with lust. The two girls took sympathy and repositioned themselves in the water so they sat on either side of me. I pulled myself out of the Jacuzzi, and braving cold temperatures sat on its top rail with only my lower legs dangling in the water. Similar to Chelsea a few minutes before, I found the risk of getting caught a great erotic turn-on, and encouraged the two girls began to jerk me off. Both Gwen and Chelsea were now kneeling in the water, their faces directly in front of my rock hard cock, watching it intently. Gwen’s face had been cum on before and she looked forward to it, but young Chelsea really didn’t know what to expect. As they took turns swallowing the tip of my dick with their mouths, the sperm made a tickly feeling as it pulsed up my shaft. Chelsea was again preparing to suck my penis and had just formed an open mouthed "O" when the first stream of milky cum splashed across her lips. In complete surprise, she bore the brunt of my orgasm and by the time my supply of jizz was exhausted the fourteen-year- old’s face and mouth dripped with sperm. Totally spent, I collapsed back into the Jacuzzi between the two girls. *** The Jacuzzi had become too hot and our skin looked like steamed prunes. Climbing from the water, we didn’t bother to put our clammy swimsuits back on and ran back to the house immodestly attired in towels. In the kitchen, the towels came off and we used them to dry ourselves. Looking at each other standing there naked, we all started to laugh. Gwen suggested we each do one more shot of whiskey before putting the bottle away. This took the edge off our sobriety, and Chelsea suggested we clean up by climbing into an oversized second floor bathroom shower stall the girl’s parents had a contractor install while Gwen was away at college. I leaned against the bathroom sink while Chelsea prepared the water. My knees were weak, but I acted as though I had all of my strength as I followed both sisters into the confines of the warm shower. We washed each other's bodies, hands probing secret places which were soaped thoroughly and rinsed, and then soaped again. Gwen tilted her head back for me to kiss before raising her arms and placing them around my neck. Chelsea also wanted some affection and as I bent over in order to accommodate her smaller stature, I was reminded that she was still only a young girl. But her passionate kiss and the feel of her warm, wet, naked body against mine was delightful. Chelsea then showed Gwen and me a masturbatory technique she had discovered one day while playing in the shower while her parents were out of the house. She adjusted the shower head so its diffuse spray became a vibrating and concentrated stream of water. Sitting on a little bench next to the shower wall, Chelsea spread her legs wide and aimed the gushing water directly at her clitoris. By now, Gwen had again lathered my penis with suds, and turning her back to me, she bent her torso forward and leaned against a shower door for support. Her hand guided my penis head to the slit of her vagina -- she was wet and I was lubricated, and my dick disappeared wholly inside her in two or three strokes. I fucked Gwen doggie-style, her tits squishing hard against the glass door with each forward thrust of my pelvis. It was incredibly erotic to look intently into Chelsea eyes as I made love to her older sister. Chelsea stared back, but then closed her eyes just before pulsating water from the shower head caused her to orgasm. God! These girl’s parents would have heart attacks if they knew what was transpiring in their own private bathroom! Sliding my hands around Gwen’s hips, my probing fingers made contact with her blood engorged clitoris. I could feel my own orgasm approach, and tried to time it so we cum simultaneously. Our hips banged together in unison and Gwen began to shudder and moan. Just then, I jerked my penis out of her vagina and stroked it a couple of times with my soapy hand before spurting several long strings of splooge up the full length of her back. Chelsea had by now recovered from her own orgasm and actually applauded our performance. It was now well after three in the afternoon and at least for the time being our mutual lust was exhausted. We scurried around the house cleaning up evidence of a day’s worth of sexual debauchery. Before getting dressed, Chelsea and I stood naked in the door of her bedroom and roamed our hands over each other’s bodies as we passionately kissed each other one final time. I had come to Philadelphia to fuck Gwen, and unexpectedly discovered that her younger sister Chelsea had an equally strong sexual drive. Better yet, they shared me as their common Boy Toy. A half hour later, we were fully attired and again sprawled across the living room couch watching a video when the girls’ father came home from work. He groused that we should have done something productive with the day rather than hang out and watch television... The End *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 32