("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 - 2 by Cliff Dweller (blissful@comcast.net) *** 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... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 32