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After years of waiting, my best buddy’s 14-year-old, amorous sister finally gets a chance to hop into bed with me–and she’s bringing a friend for added fun!
Part One
My friend, Curt Zellers, was the only boy in a family of five children. He had three older sisters and one younger one. Her name was Marina. She was an especially friendly girl who took after her female siblings with her amorous behavior. To put it bluntly, all three of the teenage girls in the Zellers family were reputedly outright sluts—at least they were if you believed the ample scuttlebutt about them.
My name is Todd Gray. Curt lived four blocks away from me in a century-old house. We met when we were both 10 years old. Even at that age, I noticed that Curt’s older sisters, who were 18, 16 and 13 years old at the time, were an especially shapely bunch, all having very appealing figures. If a 10-year-old boy like me noticed that, I assumed their charms were widely admired by their male classmates at school. Indeed, if you believed the gossip about the three eldest Zellers girls, they hardly let a weekend go by without bedding one of their classmates, neighbors, or some lucky males who were just passing by. But this story is about Marina, not Vicky, Caroline, nor Betty.
The first time I visited Curt at his home, seven-year-old Marina instantly seemed to take a shine to me. She sat beside me on the family couch when I was trying to watch a baseball game on TV. She was constantly badgering me with queries about anything and everything, making mindless small talk when she ran out of questions for me, and continually pawing me. As an only child, I had no sisters, so I just assumed this was normal girlish behavior. About halfway through the game, she engulfed me in a hug and rested her head upon my left shoulder.
“You can put your arms around me too, Todd,” Marina informed me coyly. “I like being hugged by boys.”
“Todd, you may have noticed that Marina is not exactly the shy type,” Curt interjected with plenty of understatement. “Every friend I invite to come the house ends up in her arms, one way or another. You might as well accept it.”
I did accept Marina’s amorous ways and put my arms around her in return. To the best of my recollection, it was the first time I had ever hugged a female who was not my mother, grandmother or aunt. It was a surprisingly enjoyable way to watch a one-sided baseball game. By the eighth inning, Marina was not even pretending to have any interest in what was on the TV screen. She was draped over me, slowly groping me in places that got my attention.
“May I kiss you, Todd?” she asked. “You look very kissable to me.”
“Every male over the age of five who is currently breathing looks kissable to Marina,” Curt commented. “You don’t have to say yes to her, Todd.”
It was too late to say no. Marina had pressed her lips against mine before I had a chance to answer her one way or the other. For the record, I would have allowed it just out of curiosity. In the space of a couple of hours I decided that I now enjoyed females who liked me. Just a week earlier, I had told Jenifer Conrad, who sat beside me in my fifth-grade class, that I was determined to remain a lifelong bachelor because I didn’t have much use for girls. I now was learning the errors of that closed-minded thinking. Still, my religious upbring—both my mother and grandmother were Sunday School teachers—taught me to respect girls and not to grab or molest them in any way. I settled for subtly squeezing the cheeks of Marina’s cute derrière once or twice before the baseball game’s final out was made.
“Come back soon to watch another game, please, Todd!” Marina instructed me without consulting Curt.
“Marina! Todd is my friend—not yours!” Curt declared.
“Wanna bet?” she said to her brother confidently. Then she left the room. Seven-year-old Marina Zellers certainly had moxie!
Part Two
I did return to Curt’s house often. Curt was slowly but surely becoming my best friend—and I did enjoy the physical contact that Marina was providing me within a few seconds of my walking through the doorway.
One day, when Marina was nine and I was 12, she insisted on modelling her new pink bikini for me. Cute as she was in it, Marina looked like a typical third-grade girl wearing a bikini. Apart from the slightest hint of breast buds, she was basically flat-chested. Betty, her 15-year-old sister, entered the room and caught the show which concluded with Marina positioned on my lap while simulating an act I figured a nine-year-old girl ought to be totally clueless about.
“Real subtle, Marina!” Betty exclaimed. “I didn’t do anything like that with one of my boyfriends until I was nearing my thirteenth birthday. You’re going to get poor Todd excited beyond control…and you don’t have the necessary equipment for the next step. I’ll have to take over for you!”
I laughed at Betty’s quirky, unexpected comment, but my amusement went unnoticed by Marina. Still clinging to me, she was too busy, angrily shouting at her sister, accusing her of trying to “steal” me from her. “No, don’t you dare come near him, Betty! The day will come when I do the sexy intercourse thing with Todd—and I want to be the first of the Zellers four sisters to have him!”
Betty began laughing loudly, too, and left the room.
Marina seemed perplexed at the laughter. She was unapologetic about what she had said aloud. “The other girls and I learned all about that in health class last week,” she seemed happy to explain to me. “I knew most of it already, but most of the other third-grade girls didn’t know anything about sex.”
Betty had been right. Puberty had struck me, and I was getting aroused! Luckily, I did control myself even with my self-declared, swimsuit-clad, nine-year-old girlfriend embracing me even more tightly than usual. That night, alone in my bedroom, I masturbated to a make-believe scenario in which Marina removed her bathing suit before leaping on me. I didn’t last two minutes.
Part Three
Marina turned 14 the same year I turned 17. She had physically matured in much the same way her older sisters had—quite nicely, indeed! I did not know for sure, but curvaceous Marina had to be among the best-built girls in her middle school. (If she wasn’t, that was one heck of a school she attended!)
It was late June. School had ended, and both Curt and I had part-time jobs that prevented us from watching many sporting events together on TV. However, we did find one Thursday night when our schedules allowed us to get together to watch a ballgame. Not that I wasn’t before, but I was now quite eager to have Marina cuddle up to me on the couch when I was in the Zellers’ home. I really had to be careful about where my hands roamed, though. After all, Marina was my best friend’s little sister despite her status as an eighth-grade sexpot. I limited myself to putting my arm around her and caressing her shoulder. Marina was much more adventuresome in her romantic advances than I was. Occasionally, her hands dropped below my beltline—and not by accident. She had to be especially careful to disguise what she was doing without Curt seeing it.
At the end of the night, I mentioned to Curt that, as of tomorrow, I’d have the house to myself for a week because my parents were taking their annual trip to their best friends’ cottage that was situated on a small lake 120 miles away. Curt figured he’d be occupied for the next two weeks solid, however. I saw Marina give me a devilishly sexy smile. When Curt left the room momentarily, she said, “Todd, write down your phone number for me; I’ll call you tomorrow morning. You’re in for a great treat.” Two things ran through my mind: First, Marina had never telephoned me in her life, hence she needed to know my number for the first time. Second, I was quite sure her promised treat for me was not a hot fudge sundae.
Part Four
At about 9:45 the next morning, the phone rang. I knew without a doubt it was Marina. As soon as I said hello, Marina took over the conversation until it became a personal monologue.
“Todd,” Marina said. “Are you alone yet?”
“Your timing is excellent, my dear,” I told her. “Mom and Dad drove off about ten minutes ago. So why are you calling me for the first time in your life?”
Marina began, “My friend Pamela Canton is here. She’s a classmate of mine. You don’t know her, but she knows all about you! I’ve been telling her about you since I was about eight years old. When we started doing sex education in elementary school, I told my whole class I was going to ‘do intercourse’ with you someday when I was older because you were my much-older boyfriend and I loved you. I didn’t really know that ‘fuck’ was a synonym for ‘intercourse’ yet.”
“That statement must have startled your teacher, Marina,” I suggested.
“Yes, I think it did,” but I recall Mrs. Ryder saying, “If you love him and you are old enough, you can do whatever you want with your body.”
At that moment, I realized that my parents were right: Sex ed was absolutely promoting promiscuity in young girls!
Marina continued. “I figure, Todd, with your parents being away and having no chance to interrupt us, that we’d come over for a fuck! What do you say to that?”
I wanted to make sure I’d heard Marina correctly. I quickly asked, “Did you say ‘we’—as in both of you are coming over for a fuck?”
“Yes, that’s right!” Marina insisted. “According to the law, we’re both old enough now to do this. Pamela wants to learn about sex, so I told her she could fuck you with me. We learned about unusual sexual relationships in school last semester.”
Now I was certain that everyone on the local school board who voted to add that to the curriculum was destined for Hell—but I liked what Marina had suggested!
I told Marina that she and Pamela could drop by at 1 p.m. today after I had finished a few errands. (I had no errands whatsoever before her phone call. Now I was going to drive my mother’s car to the plaza three blocks away, visit the drug store, and pick up some items I’d likely need for my romp with a pair of horny 14-year-old girls. Condoms and lube topped my list, but I was also going to buy each of them a huge bar of chocolate. I planned on screwing both of them like crazy, but I could still be somewhat romantic and gentlemanly about it!
“Do you know my address, Marina?” I asked her because I had only been to her house. She had never been to mine. She recited it without hesitation. “I’ve known where you live since I was seven. I followed you home after school one day following the first time you came to watch baseball with Curt.”
I was completely flattered by that comment. Then Marina added, “By the way, I think you’ll like Pamela’s sexy, young body. She is almost as well developed as I am.”
Part Five
I got my shopping done after adding a frozen pizza and three large bottles of soft drinks to my list so the three of us could have a post-fuck feast. There was a knock at my door at 12:58 p.m. I wasn’t surprised that Marina and her friend had arrived at my house a smidgen early. Their obvious eagerness was encouraging to me!
I had barely opened the door when the two sex-crazy girls made a beeline at me. Marina, who was never shy a day in her life, basically leapt into my arms and gave me a world-class, highly romantic smooch. When she finished, she announced, “Your turn now!” to Pamela.
I hadn’t really had a chance to look at her yet, but Pamela jumped onto me as her friend had and gave me an even better kiss—although I kept that secret from Marina. When we did finally separate, I noticed that Pamela had a great head of shoulder-length, curly brown hair—a contrast to her friend’s shorter-cut, dirty-blonde tresses. They were each about the same height, so I was about seven or eight inches taller than both of them. Pamela came precisely as advertised. She had a very nice figure, but Marina’s tits were just a tad larger and rounder. I led the two nubile girls to my parents’ bedroom where we had a king-size bed available for our fabulous afternoon of fucking.
There was no signal, but we all started to undress at once. For years I had wanted to gaze upon my best friend’s sister’s nude body. Today was the day it would finally happen! Having Pamela Cantor in the same bed with us was a bonus from heaven.
We lied on the bed. I was in the center with a girl on each side of me
.
“Do whatever you want with us, Todd,” Marina said to me. “This is all new to us.” As a conservative Christian boy, I wasn’t exactly a sexual veteran, but I had had three or four romps with curious and accommodating females dating back to my days in the sixth grade. I was thankful for the experience I had acquired.
Maria’s comment about innocence greatly surprised me. I didn’t know a thing about Pamela, but I knew enough about Marina’s slutty sisters to figure that she was likely wired to have lost her virginity about five minutes after puberty came into her life. Nope. Seconds later she told me, “All my three older sisters are tramps, but I’m pure. I’m a virgin. I was waiting for you, Todd!” I actually believed her.
Both girls had slightly hairy vaginas. I took advantage of where I was positioned to finger both of their delicate areas simultaneously. They moaned and wriggled, but they loved what I was doing to them. I did that for perhaps 45 seconds; that was how long it took both of them to get noticeably wet pussies. “I have to sample these!” I announced. “Visitors first! I’ll lick Pamela’s juicy cunt to begin. Marina, while I’m doing that to your friend, you can fondle my balls, please.”
We shifted our positions to do that. I thought the taste of Pamela’s vagina was excellent. Marina handled my balls like a pro. “I’ve played with your dick a few times, Todd. This is the first time I’ve actually seen it, though!”
“Do you like what you see?” I asked her.
Marina didn’t answer in words. She instead went to a place on the bed where she could lick my penis while I passionately did the same to her willing friend’s vagina. It was a great start!
“I want to do that!” Pamela declared when she saw what her friend had in her mouth. The three of us aligned ourselves so Marina could basically sit on my face to be orally stimulated while Pamela gave me a rookie blowjob. Needless to say, my dick was fully erect from the attention it was receiving from two 14-year-old beauties. It was ready for more serious work.
“Who wants to be fucked first?” I asked them. Pamela graciously conceded the honor to her friend.
“You go first, Marina,” she said. “It’s only fair. You’ve wanted to fuck Todd for seven years. I’ve known him for about seven minutes.”
Marina and I both smiled. Marina said, “To be completely accurate, Todd, I’ve known you for about seven years, but maybe it’s been just two or three years that I’ve wanted to fuck you. I didn’t know much about fucking before the age of ten.”
I had caught her in a falsehood. “Miss Zellers,” I asked her. “How old were you when you put on that tiny pink bikini and gave me the sexiest swimsuit show ever?”
There was a long silence before Marina admitted, “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Who cares? Let’s fuck now and get it over with!”
I told Marina to take the center position in the bed. I grabbed the container of lube and spread a glob of it on her pussy. “If you are a virgin, I want to be able to get every inch of my dick inside you, Marina,” I told her honestly.
I was going to put on a condom, but Marina vetoed that idea. “I want to feel your raw dick inside me, Todd. Just be sure to pull out before you come. I trust you to do that.”
I then spoke to my other bedmate. “Pamela I’m going to kiss you passionately and then suck on your lovely breasts while I fuck your school chum. Once I have an orgasm, then you two can switch places.”
That’s exactly what happened. I slowly penetrated my best friend’s sexy little sister with my erection. The lube did help. Pamela’s hands-on approach of guiding my dick into Marina’s vagina was unexpected—and fun! I fucked and fucked Marina rather roughly, grabbing her tits a couple of times along the way. She seemed to like it. She came to a noisy orgasm, that dampened the large bed noticeably. That sight was enough to put me over the edge. As I had promised, I pulled out of Marina in plenty of time to avoid an accident, but I made a point of ejaculating all over her, from her navel to her forehead. The best rope of semen formed a long string that extended from her neck and ran in a straight line between her appealing tits. I scooped up a glob of jism that had pooled near Marina’s belly button and told her to open her mouth to receive a special gift of cum from me. “If I can’t put my semen inside your pussy, I absolutely have to put it on your tongue!” I stated. Marina, like a true trouper, accepted it and swallowed it in one gulp.
“Tasty!” she exclaimed.
“I want some of that, too!” Pamela stated. I assumed she meant a portion from a second cum shot that I’d deposit on her torso in due time. She did not! Instead, Pamela literally licked the cum shot string resting between Marinas’ tits. Wow! “Yeah, that’s not bad at all!” she said with a delightful grin. I was growing to like her by the minute!
I rewarded Pamela’s sexual alacrity with a few long sucks on her tits. Marina’s 14-year-old jugs were marginally larger, but Pamela had the superior nipples. I could have played with and sucked on them forever.
One advantage of being a 17-year-old boy is that Nature allows you to have sex many times in a day. After a short wait, during which I alternated between caressing the girls’ pussies and tits, I announced I was ready to mount Pamela for another missionary-position fuck. “My dick is ready to screw a sexy stranger!” I declared.
I got more lube, applied it to Pamela’s inviting pussy, and slid myself into her. Pamela enjoyed having me in her! All the while I happily involved Marina by kissing her and amusing myself with her breasts. I figured it would take me about 20 minutes to come a second time, perhaps longer. I also figured using a condom was pointless. There was no way I’d have a surprise ejaculation after the load I shot onto Marina. Therefore, no one was more surprised than I was when I came suddenly inside my teen lover’s pussy. I didn’t come close to pulling out of Pamela in time. (I have to admit I like the sensation of it all.) Pamela used the muscles in her vagina to push out what I had deposited. Had she completely succeeded? Only time would tell. I apologized profusely, but I couldn’t undo the terrific sex act that I had so enjoyably performed.
Two orgasms were my limit, but we still enjoyed frolicking together on the huge bed for another two hours. Marina and Pamela used my dick to experiment with various fellatio and hand job techniques. I gave them both titty fucks with the erection they had created. I tried my best, but I didn’t come close to coming for a third time. When we concluded our carnal fun, we took showers. They were supposed to be individual ones, but we managed to squeeze into the tight quarters and have one together. I enjoyed soaping and washing my bedmates’ lovely bodies very much!
“When will you be fully ready for sex again, Todd?” Marina asked me when she was drying herself—with my helpful assistance, of course.
“Oh, in about a day, I’d say. Not much longer,” I replied. “Why do you ask, Marina? Do you want to fuck again later. I’m all in favor of that. You too, Pamela. We’ll have lots of opportunities. My parents won’t be home until a week from today.”
“No, well, yes, I’d love to have sex with you again, Todd,” Marina explained. “It’s my sister, Betty. She wants to fuck you next. All I promised myself was that I would be the first of the Zellers sisters to go to bed with you, Todd. However, I want to be sisterly and share you with the rest of my girl siblings.”
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