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#Teen #Threesome #Virgin
By HanSolo
A sleepover turns into a sexual discovery
Chapter 1
I was asleep on the sofa one afternoon when my 14-year-old stepdaughter, Joanne, came in with a friend. They sat down quietly to watch TV as I continued to doze off. Dressed only in loose shorts and a T-shirt, without any underwear, I began to stir slightly but kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep.
Through the slit of one partially opened eye, I noticed Joanne’s friend, Samantha, sitting in the chair. But her gaze wasn’t on the TV; it was directed up my shorts. Suddenly, I was acutely aware that she might be seeing more than she should.
Deciding to play along, I shifted a bit, subtly widening my legs, ostensibly in my sleep but really to give her a clearer view. A moment later, I heard Joanne’s hushed voice, “What are you looking at?” She must have caught on to what her friend was doing.
“I can see his thing,” Samantha whispered back.
“No way,” Joanne responded in disbelief.
“I swear,” Samantha insisted.
I couldn’t control the natural reaction of my body; I felt my cock start to swell into a semi-erection. Then, I heard Joanne moving closer to Samantha, presumably to get a better look for herself. At this point, I didn’t dare open my eye again, but I was sure both of them were now staring.
“He must be dreaming; he’s got a semi on,” Joanne whispered, confirming my suspicions.
The room was charged with an awkward silence, the only sounds being the muted chatter from the TV and the soft breathing of the two young women, both now privy to an unintended show. I lay there, heart pounding, wondering how this unexpected scenario would unfold.
Chapter 2
Joanne moved closer, her presence now palpable as she kneeled on the floor right in front of the settee. I could feel her breath, her closeness, but I kept my eyes shut, not daring to reveal that I was awake. Then, I felt her hand gently rest on my thigh, causing me to jump slightly. I mumbled incoherently, pretending to be lost in some dream, and her hand, encouraged by my faux sleep-talk, slid further up my thigh, her thumb daringly brushing against my balls.
“Come here,” Joanne whispered, her voice barely audible, beckoning her friend closer. I sensed the shift in the air as Samantha approached, the sofa creaking slightly under her weight.
“Put your hand on his other leg,” Joanne instructed in a whisper that seemed to echo in the silence of the room.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. My heart raced, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. Then, I felt Samantha’s hand, mirroring Joanne’s, slowly ascend my other thigh. Her fingers were tentative at first, but as they grazed against my penis, the contact sent a shiver through me. I fought to keep my breathing steady, to maintain the illusion of sleep.
The room was thick with tension, the only sound now was our collective, hushed breaths. Joanne’s hand remained, her thumb occasionally brushing in a way that could have been accidental but felt deliberate. Samantha’s touch was more exploratory, her fingers tracing lightly, almost curiously, over the fabric of my shorts.
I was caught in a moment of surreal intimacy, a blend of excitement and the fear of being discovered. The scenario was unfolding in a direction I hadn’t anticipated when I decided to feign sleep. Each touch was a silent question, each response from my body an unspoken answer, as we all navigated this unexpected, charged encounter.
Chapter 3
I could feel myself growing more erect under their curious touches. My mind was racing, a turmoil of pleasure mixed with the awareness that this was not right. Part of me wanted to stop this, but another part was curious, enjoying it, and I didnโt want to suddenly wake up and embarrass them. So, I lay there, feigning helplessness, waiting to see what would happen next.
I didn’t have to wait long. The weight on the sofa shifted as Samantha leaned in closer. Then, with a bold move, she pulled my penis out from under the hem of my shorts. The sensation of her tongue on me was electric, sending waves of shock and pleasure through my body.
“You’re going to wake him,” Joanne whispered, her voice laced with both caution and curiosity.
But Samantha didn’t stop. She slid her lips around the tip of my cock and took about half of it into her mouth. I couldn’t help but moan softly, still pretending to be asleep. She moved her head up and down a couple of times before pausing, her breath warm against my skin.
“Here, you have a go,” Samantha whispered, an invitation tinged with excitement.
Joanne leaned forward, and with Samantha guiding my now fully erect penis, Joanne took it into her mouth, mimicking her friend’s actions. She managed about halfway down, eliciting a sigh and another moan from me. I was in disbelief; Joanne, my stepdaughter, was actually blowing me. She moved her head up and down three or four times, the surreal nature of the moment overwhelming me.
Then, as abruptly as it had started, it ended. Joanne pulled back, quickly covering me up again with my shorts. I heard their hushed giggles and whispers as they both stood and moved away, heading upstairs, leaving me alone in the living room with my thoughts and the lingering sensations of what had just transpired.
I lay there, my mind buzzing, questioning everything that had just happened, pondering the boundaries crossed and the implications this might have on our relationships. But for now, in the quiet aftermath, there was only the sound of my own breathing and the distant murmur of their voices from upstairs.
Chapter 4
About half an hour later, I got up from the settee and strolled to the bottom of the stairs. I could hear the girls upstairs in Joanne’s bedroom, their voices filled with laughter and light-hearted chatter. I called out, “JOANNE?”
“Yes?” Joanne shouted back.
“It’s okay, I was just checking you were in. Do you want tea? Your mumโs working late,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual, pretending everything was normal.
“Yes please,” Joanne replied, and I heard her bedroom door open. “Samantha’s here too, can you do enough for all of us, please?”
“Yeah, of course,” I shouted back, my mind still reeling from earlier but determined to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
I prepared three portions of chicken Kiev, mashed potatoes, and peas, then called the girls down for dinner. As they entered the kitchen, I noticed them nudging each other, their eyes briefly flicking towards me. I was uncomfortably aware that the outline of my cock was somewhat visible through my shorts, a fact that seemed not lost on them.
“You girls okay?” I asked, trying to gauge the mood.
“Yes, yes,” Joanne replied quickly, as they both took their seats at the table.
I served the food and sat down with them. “What have you girls got planned for tonight?” I asked, digging into my meal.
“Oh, not a lot,” Joanne answered. “I was thinking Samantha could sleep over if that’s okay?”
“Yeah, that should be fine, but you’ll have to make up the spare room,” I said, trying to maintain an air of normalcy.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll do that after tea,” Joanne responded, giving Samantha a playful nudge.
Just then, my phone rang. “It’s your mother,” I said to Joanne, picking up.
“Hello, babe,” I answered. Tina, on the other end, informed me she not only had to work late but wouldn’t be home until the next morning around 11 AM. I explained the girls’ plans for the night, and after a brief conversation, we said our goodbyes and hung up.
The atmosphere was a mix of casual domesticity and the unspoken tension of what had transpired earlier. I watched as Joanne and Samantha ate, their conversation light but with undercurrents of shared secrets, wondering how this evening would unfold with just the three of us in the house.
Chapter 5
After dinner, everyone dispersed to freshen up for the evening. I was in the hallway, about to use the bathroom, when the door to the shower opened, and out stepped Samantha, her skin glistening with droplets of water, wrapped only in a towel. As I moved towards the bathroom, we literally bumped into each other. The impact caused her towel to slip, revealing her gorgeous, perky breasts that were just smaller than a handful. Her figure was stunning, an image that would be hard to erase from my mind.
“Oh, so sorry,” she exclaimed, quickly grabbing her towel to cover herself again.
“No, I’m sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed, as I rushed past her into the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a sense of relief mixed with an awkward thrill.
After everyone had showered, we reconvened in the living room to watch some TV. Joanne and Samantha appeared in their long t-shirt nighties, looking comfortable and somewhat innocent after the day’s earlier events. I was in my sweatpants, opting to go shirtless, showcasing the results of my regular gym sessions. I wasn’t shy about my physique, and the girls seemed to appreciate it, their eyes occasionally drifting towards my bare chest and arms.
We settled down, the TV providing a soft background noise as we tried to find something to watch. The atmosphere was casual, yet there was an undercurrent of tension, or perhaps curiosity, from the earlier encounter. Joanne sat next to me, while Samantha took the chair opposite, her legs tucked under her, the nightie just covering her up.
“What do you feel like watching?” I asked, trying to keep things light.
“Something funny,” Joanne suggested, glancing over at Samantha with a knowing smile.
We flipped through channels, finally settling on a comedy show that seemed to ease the mood. Laughter filled the room, but every so often, I caught Samantha’s gaze lingering a bit too long, or Joanne’s playful nudge when something particularly amusing happened on screen. It was a night of normalcy, yet the air was charged with the day’s unspoken moments, each of us perhaps wondering what the other was thinking, but no one willing to break the comfortable facade we had established.
Chapter 6
As we watched the film, both girls succumbed to sleep. Samantha, in particular, shifted in her sleep, her legs parting to reveal her completely bald pussy. I tried to focus on the movie, but my eyes kept drifting back to her, the sight both unexpected and provocative amidst the normalcy of our evening. When the film ended, I deliberately made some noise in the kitchen, signaling it was time for bed.
We all retired to our rooms, the house settling into silence. But then, I heard soft footsteps, someone creeping into my room. I lay still, thinking at first it might be Samantha, but it was too dark to see clearly. Then, I felt a hand on my cock; I sleep naked, so there was nothing between her skin and mine.
“You won’t tell mum, will you?” a voice whispered, unmistakably Joanne’s.
“Joanne?” I whispered back, my mind racing.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and nervousness.
“I’m not sure, but if you’re trying to find something out, then go ahead,” I responded, reasoning that this was perhaps just youthful curiosity, something I should help her explore safely.
“It’s just, well, you are so big, and I wondered if I could just play with it a little,” Joanne admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Are you still a virgin, Joanne?” I ask her.
“Yes”, she replies, “Me and Samantha both are”.
“So you just want to know what it feels like in your hand?” I clarified, trying to keep my tone even.
“Yes, that’s all,” she replied.
I let her proceed, feeling her hands explore, rubbing my cock, stroking it, teasing the tip with her fingers. It was an odd mix of wrong and exhilarating, knowing this was my stepdaughter yet unable to deny the physical response her touch elicited.
A minute later, she pulled the sheet down and moved her head over my penis, placing it in her mouth. Her inexperience was evident, but the thrill of the moment, the taboo of it all, was overwhelming. It didn’t take long; within a couple of minutes, I came, the sensation of release into her mouth bringing a complex wave of emotions. As she squeezed the last drops from my cock, I suddenly became aware of another presence in the room, someone standing in the dark beside the bed.
The shock of this realization mixed with the afterglow of my orgasm, leaving me in a state of heightened alertness, wondering who else was witnessing this intimate, forbidden moment.
Chapter 7
As the shock of the additional presence in the room settled, Samantha’s voice cut through the darkness, “I want my turn too.”
With Joanne’s silent approval, I obliged, my mind a whirlwind of sensations and ethical dilemmas. Samantha positioned herself, her movements swift and confident in the dim light. She began to suck me, her technique more assured than Joanne’s, but then she shifted, swinging one leg over my head. Suddenly, I was faced with her smooth, bald pussy, which she lowered onto my mouth.
We engaged in mutual oral pleasure, the room filled with the sounds of our breathing and the soft, wet noises of our intimacy. Her taste was intoxicating, and the feeling of her mouth on me brought me back to full hardness.
Just as the rhythm of our actions became almost trance-like, Joanne interjected, stopping Samantha. “Sit up,” she whispered to her friend.
With Samantha still positioned above my face, I couldn’t see what was happening, but I felt it. Joanne straddled me, her warmth enveloping my now rigid cock as she lowered herself onto me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and the surreal realization of where this night had led us.
They were face to face now, one on my cock, the other on my mouth, creating an intimate triangle of bodies. Joanne’s movements were slow and exploratory at first, adjusting to the new sensation. Samantha continued to press against my mouth, her moans mingling with Joanne’s as they shared this experience, their hands likely finding each other in the dark, perhaps for support or in mutual exploration.
I was in heaven, lost in the sensations, the taboo of the moment heightening every touch and sound. This was beyond anything I could have imagined when the evening started, a place where boundaries were not just crossed but obliterated in the pursuit of pleasure and curiosity. The night had taken on a life of its own, one where I was both participant and vessel to their desires, caught in a moment of shared, secret ecstasy.
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By HanSolo
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