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Teen Sex - Do I Get into trouble!

1/14/2004

Chapter One
“That big hunk Nick and his gorgeous friend Tom will be at
Sally’s party tonight” said my best friend Gillian.
“Oh, I can’t go tonight. I promised myself I really would
get this essay finished this weekend, Gill”
“Come on, Chrissie. You work too hard. You’ve got to give
yourself a break some time!”
“Yeah right.” I said. “Then I’d never get anything finished.”
“Anyway, ” I said. “I’m not organized for a major fucking
session right now, and that’s what an evening with Nick
& Tom would finish up like. I only had my period last
week, and I’d be as ripe as hell at the moment. You know I haven’t
been on the pill since I broke up with Brad.”
“Have you never heard of raincoats? There’s a whole box
of 150 condoms in my locker!”
“Gillie! !50! Are you planning an Olympic championship
or something? What would happen if Sister Margaret found
them?”
“Oh she wouldn’t know what they were. I’d say we needed them
to put over our fingers after a manicure ‒ and she could use
them to protect her fingers doing the washing-up!”
I giggled at the thought of our school principal wearing
condoms on her fingers whilst washing the porridge bowl.
“Anyway, ” said Gill “It doesn’t have to be a major pash
session at Sally’s. We can just go and see what it’s like,
have a couple of drinks, and you can go home early for that
beauty sleep you reckon you need.”
Gillie can be a bit of a cat sometimes ‒ even though she’s
my best friend. I mean, we’re both pretty well built in the
looks department, but she loves to have a little dig every
so often.
I thought, “well, it’s Friday night and I’ve got all day
Saturday if we don’t stay too late.” Even so, just in case,
I grabbed a handful of Gillie’s condoms and put them in my
bag.

<br>
In the end, I had to wait two hours for Gillie to get organized.
Although we tried a whole stack of clothes, we ended up dressed
pretty much in the same outfits, with halter tops, short
skirts and bare midriffs. Both of us have shoulder-length
blonde hair, and we get a lot of looks when we walk down the
street.

<br>
With all the messing about we didn’t get to Sally’s until
after 11pm. The party was starting to rock and about twenty
people were skinny dipping in the pool.
Someone pushed a Tequila into my hand and shouted “Skol”.
Without thinking, I knocked it straight back, and Gillie
laughing behind me gave me another. We skulled them too
and I started giggling. Then, trying to put on a serious
face I said “My next drink is a glass of water.” Gillie burst
out laughing all the more and three people handed me cans
of UDL, beer, and a bottle of vodka.

<br>
I’d just settled for the UDL, taking a big pull at the can,
when Nick came in to the room holding a bottle of Moet in one
hand, and a bowl of strawberries in the other. He was wet
from being splashed at the pool, and had taken his shirt
off ‒ the whole impression was of total spunk, total class,
and completely took my breath away.
He came over to us saying “The terrible twins! How are you
guys? Haven’t seen you for far too long.”
Gillie put her hand on his chest and laughed “I was wondering
when you’d see the light and say hello.” Still a bit breathless,
I recovered enough to put my arm through his, and steer him
away from Gillie, saying “We have to find glasses for that
Moet!” We went into another room, which was a sort of rumpus
room, with two divans against the wall, and a drinks cupboard
in one corner.

<br>
I sat down on the divan, Nick put the Moet and the strawberries
on the floor, then got two champagne glasses from the cupboard.
I started to feel a bit floaty and wondered if someone had
dropped an E into the UDL. With the bottle in his hand, and
with a big grin on his face, Nick pushed me backwards on the
divan, and poured some of the champagne over my belly button.
I shouted, “That’s freezing!” and tried to squirm out of
the way as Nick now popped a strawberry in to my belly button.
He then started to lick the champagne off me, and nibble
on the strawberry. It felt so good, and I ran my fingers through
his hair as his tongue ran all over my belly. My head was buzzing
a bit, but I felt really good as Nick started stroking his
hands all over me. He was stroking, and licking, gradually
moving all over my body. Somehow, my panties were off, and
Nick’s tongue was caressing all around my clit. Even though
I was floating away from myself a bit, I felt myself climbing
the stairs of an orgasm that was getting higher and higher,
as Nick’s tongue flicked around my clit and inside my vagina.
I came in a screaming series of “Oh fuck”s with Nick’s tongue
going faster and faster.

<br>
As delicious as it had been, I so needed Nick inside me. We
fumbled at each other’s clothes as he unzipped my skirt
while I took off his pants and took his hard cock in my hands.
I ran my tongue around the head and Nick moaned “Oh that is
so good” but I couldn’t wait any longer and guided him down
into me. Nick didn’t go inside at first, but used his hand
to run the head of his moist cock around the lips of my - by
now - very wet pussy.

<br>
There was something at the back of my mind that I was supposed
to remember, but all I could think of was getting Nick inside
me. Finally, he pushed in deep, and I groaned with delight
as he slowly started sliding up and down. He then licked
around my nipples as they stood to attention, and kissed
my neck, my mouth, and my nipples again, while slowly sliding
his cock inside me.

<br>
Then I remembered. The condoms! Weakly, I whispered “You
mustn’t come inside me” but there was no way I wanted him
to stop yet.

<br>
I started climbing the ladder again, as my orgasm built
up. I could feel his cock all the way down its length and feel
each thrust as he pressed against my clit. I was just about
to reach the top step, when Nick started to pull out groaning
“I’m coming”.
“Oh, you can’t stop now” I cried as I dug my fingers into his
buttocks to hold him in deep. With that last thrust I came
in a great tingling shudder, as I felt Nick explode inside
me. The muscles of my vagina were rippling down the length
of his cock and squeezing him in tight.

<br>
We lay like that, joined together, for some time, totally
exhausted. All the time my body was tingling, just feeling
good. Finally, Nick eased himself out of me, and started
running his hands over my body, gently stroking me. He really
was a delicious lover.

<br>
“What was that all about not coming inside you?” Nick asked.
“You wouldn’t let me out.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter now.” I said. I didn’t want to tell
him the whole story as I thought I’d frighten him off.

<br>
“We never did drink this Moet, ” said Nick, as he reached
own for the bottle and the glasses, which were in amongst
our clothes. He then picked up a handful of strawberries
and put them all over my belly and started eating them off
me again. “Don’t start that again, ” I giggled. “We know
where that can lead.”

<br>
Just them Gillie and Tom came through the door with two other
people I didn’t know. They were carrying their clothes
and had been skinny dipping. They were leaving puddles
of water where they walked and were all wet from the pool.
<br>
“Here, you are, ” said Gillie. “So this is what you’ve been
up to.” Nick was still kneeling beside the divan with a mouthful
of strawberries off my belly.

<br>
“We were just looking for towels, ” said Tom, “but this
looks like a much better game!”

<br>
The other couple called out “Hi guys. We’re Sam and Marnie
and this is the best game!” Sam came over to the bowl of strawberries,
and picked out a few. He said “You have to dance, holding
a strawberry in each other’s belly button, without using
your hands, and in each other’s mouth. Each time you drop
a strawberry you have to change partners to the one next
to you.”

<br>
They then started dancing, looking like they were glued
together, with Marnie’s fingers digging into Sam’s buttocks
to hold him ‒ and the strawberries ‒ hard against her. They
looked so funny and we all started giggling. As I stood up
to try a dance with Nick, a puddle of cum ran down my leg and
on to the divan.
“Oh Chrissie, ” whispered Gillie, her eyes wide. “What
happened to the raincoats? Did you forget?”
I was still floating on air a bit, and feeling terrific.
“It’s too late now, ” I said. “Damage is done so we might
as well enjoy.”

<br>
I grabbed hold of some strawberries, and put one in Nick’s
belly button and wrapped my arms around him. We had just
started dancing when Sam and Marnie dropped a strawberry
on the ground. Although Sam & Marnie’s losing their
strawberry looked a bit staged, we swapped partners anyway,
and Sam squeezed close to me. As we started to dance, I could
feel Sam’s cock hardening into an enormous erection. His
tongue was licking around the strawberry inside my mouth,
and his cock was between my legs, pressed against my pussy.
It felt like it was sticking out behind my arse. I had my arms
around his neck, and he had his hands on my buttocks pulling
me towards him. As we moved around the floor, I felt my nipples
harden against his chest. The top of the shaft of his cock
was now rubbing against my clit, and I started to tingle
all over.

<br>
I looked over to see what Nick was doing, and saw him watching
me. He was now dancing with Gillie, while Tom & Marnie
were pressed together in the corner looking like they weren’t
doing much dancing at all. While he kept looking at me, he
reached down with his hand and pushed his cock between Gillie’s
legs just like Sam had to me. Gillie had her eyes closed,
but started moving her hips around in time with the music.
<br>
<br>
Sam seemed to slide down in front of me a bit, then suddenly
the head of his cock just slipped inside me. I gasped as he
picked me up and slid his entire huge cock into me. It hurt
a bit for a moment, and then he started sliding me gently
up and down his length. I had my legs wrapped around his waist
‒ I think we must have dropped the strawberry, but I wasn’t
interested in swapping partners just then!

<br>
He carried me over to the other divan and laid me down on the
edge of it, while still inside me. He then kneeled on the
floor, slid out of me and turned me over, so I was kneeling
on the floor with my body face down on the divan. With his
left hand squeezing my nipples, he held his cock with his
right hand and stroked it all over the lips of my pussy. My
legs felt all weak, and I was tingling all over again. I started
to push backwards, as I so wanted that cock inside me again.
<br>
<br>
With his right hand in front of me, massaging my clit, he
slowly slid his great shaft into me. I could feel the end
of it pressing against my cervix. Thinking about the condoms
I didn’t use, I wondered if his cum would push any further
up than Nick’s had.

<br>
I started climbing that ladder again, and then couldn’t
think of anything but that cock sliding up and down, faster
and faster. I reached the top step and shuddered a great
groan, as I felt the muscles of my vagina grip hold of him.
He kept driving into me for a few moments more, then blasted
what felt like a huge load of cum hard against my cervix.
<br>
<br>
Sam came out of me and stood up. I just lay there, still kneeling
on the floor, unable to move. I was vaguely aware of the others
moving around and then I thought I heard Nick whisper something
and I felt his hand on my back starting to massage my shoulders.
I stayed there with my eyes closed just enjoying the sensation.
Suddenly I felt his cock against my pussy, and then it was
inside me again. He lay his chest on my back, and just slid
gently in and out. Then he felt a lot heavier, and there were
more arms and legs as someone ‒ I think it was Gillie ‒ lay
on top of him. Then it felt as if someone was pushing into
her, so that every thrust seemed to go on three times. I was
a bit squashed on the divan, but Nick’s cock felt harder
than before and the fucking was just luxurious rather than
building to a huge orgasm.

<br>
Although I didn’t feel myself coming, I could feel Nick’s
cock getting harder until he came in another big explosion.
I thought “What a stayer ‒ I could get used to this!”

<br>
I turned my head to look up at him, only to see Tom with a big
grin on his face. Gillie was on top of him, with her eyes closed.
Nick was almost standing up, ramming hard into Gillie.
<br>
<br>
I felt a bit funny about Nick fucking Gillie, and I tried
to get up. Tom had gone soft but was still inside me. Gillie
had her arms around him, while Nick was still going. Gillie
lifted up her hips to get more of Nick, and started shouting
out “Yes, yes, yes”. Nick shuddered, and then slowly stopped.
<br>
<br>
As Nick stood up, I wriggled out from the bottom of the pile
and stood up too. I was feeling both good and bad at the same
time. I just stood there with my arms wrapped around myself,
and I could feel the cum running down my leg.

<br>
“Oh wow, ” said Tom. “That was fucking marvellous!”

<br>
“Yeah, ” said Nick with a smirk on his face. “We should do
that again some time.”

<br>
Gillie looked at me and realised I wasn’t feeling very happy.
She came and put her arms around me. The boys looked at each
other, and then put their arms around the two of us, and the
four of us just stood there holding each other.
“Come on girls, ” said Nick. “As Tom said, that was bloody
marvellous. This could be the start of a wonderful relationship!”
<br>
We all laughed and I felt a bit better, even if a relationship
wasn’t what I was looking for. I looked around to see where
Sam was with his magnificent cock was, but he and Marnie
had gone.

<br>
Gillie said to Nick and Tom, “Don’t go anywhere. We’re going
to get cleaned up.” She took my arm, bundled up our clothes,
and dragged me off looking for the bathroom.

<br>
We passed a number of people in the passageway who were still
dressed, and I felt a finger slide around my pussy. I smacked
the hand away, as I heard him say: “That pussy has been seriously
used tonight.” Everyone else laughed, and I blushed as
Gillie dragged me through the bathroom door.

<br>
I was starting to come down off whatever it was I’d had, and
I wanted to wash the cum off me, get cleaned up, and go home.
I was a bit worried about all the cum inside me and wondered
if I would get pregnant, but hoped I’d be lucky.

<br>
Gillie turned on the shower, got a sponge, and started sponging
down my legs. Her head was down near my pussy, and I put my
hands on her hair, and held her head. She turned and kissed
my pussy and then stood up saying, “Maybe this is what we
should have been doing all along!”
I smiled and gave her a hug, saying, “We both know we like
men too much.”

<br>
“Yeah, ” she said. “Let’s get out of here. Let’s go home.”
<br>
<br>
<br>
For the next few weeks I buried myself in my schoolwork.
I was trying not to think about if I’d get my period ‒ I didn’t
even want to see Nick or anybody from that night at Sally’s
so I wouldn’t have to think about it. By the time my monthly
visitor was a couple of weeks late, I found that my bra was
getting tighter and tighter. Gillie was always a bit bigger
than me, and I asked to borrow one of hers.

<br>
“Oh Chrissie. Have you had a test yet?”
“No. I was sort of trying to avoid it - like I’d make it happen
if I found out.”
“I wondered if you’d ever do anything about it ‒ so I’ve got
a test kit in my bag. You really do need to find out.”
“Oh, ok then, ” I sighed. “ I suppose it’s not really going
to make any difference.”

<br>
As we’d both been really expecting, even if hoping otherwise,
the test came out positive.

<br>
“What are you going to do now?” Gillie asked. “Are you going
to get rid of it?”
“You know I couldn’t do that, Gillie. I don’t believe in
abortions. We’ve talked about it often enough.”
”Yeah, I know. I just thought that maybe the reality might
be a bit different from the theory.”

<br>
<br>
<br>
Now that I knew for sure, I was surprised at how good I felt.
Not that I was thinking about having a baby all the time,
it was probably just relief from not knowing, and that I
didn’t have to think about my future (‘cause it was sort
of out of my hands now).

<br>
One thing was a bit different though. Gillie had come round
to see how I was feeling and if I had any signs, or morning
sickness or anything.
“Well nothing really ‒ apart from these jugs that seem to
be still growing, ” I said. “I heard that you get odd cravings,
but is randiness a usual symptom? I just keep dreaming of
fucking. I can’t think of anything else.”
“I haven’t heard that one, ” said Gillie. “What happens?”
“Well, when I think about being pregnant, I think ‘Well
I’ve got nothing to lose now’ and also about not being able
to do it later on, and I just want to make up for lost time.
I imagine being with anyone at all and fucking in different
places. The thought of someone I don’t know coming up behind
me in a crowd, like on the train and fucking me without me
seeing him, really turns me on.”
“That does sound a bit weird, ” said Gillie. “I mean, a classy
spunk like Nick is one thing, but just any stranger is certainly
different.”

<br>
“Well, the turn on is because you’re never sure if anything
actually will happen. You can just imagine it and think
about it, but if it really did happen that would be a blast.”
<br>
<br>
I stopped wearing panties then, and found myself rubbing
up against people on the train going home from school. One
afternoon I was aware of a guy who got off the train and seemed
to be following me home, although I didn’t really check
him out properly. I turned up the lane at the back of our house,
and suddenly he was behind me and grabbed me round my neck
with one arm, pulling up my school-dress with the other
hand. He was quite strong and pushed me forwards, down over
a wall, so my arse was now presented to the world (and for
him) to see. I was all tangled up in my schoolbag and couldn’t
really stop him, as he rammed his cock into my dry and unprepared
pussy. It hurt, and I didn’t like it at all. I said to him “Not
like this. You have to get a pussy wet and juicy before you
rush in!” He was surprised at the way I talked, expecting
me to scream or something.
“How do you want it then?” he said, and pulled out of me. I
still hadn’t seen him properly, and this was the first time
I’d heard his voice ‒ which had a funny accent I couldn’t
recognize.
“What about like this?” He started to run his cock around
the lips of my pussy, getting me moist with his pre-cum.
My own juices then started to run, and I forgot about being
uncomfortable - hanging over a wall tangled up in my dress
and schoolbag. My hips started to move as he played with
my clit with the tip of his cock. By the time he slipped inside
me ‒ gently this time ‒ I really wanted him. Considering
we were in a lane where anyone could just wander past at any
time, he fucked me really slowly, pushing in deeper and
deeper. He finally came with a big shudder, and just stayed
inside, leaning over me. Although I didn’t come, I did like
the feeling of his cock inside me and squeezed the muscles
of my vagina to milk him dry.

<br>
We heard the sound of a car slowing down to turn into the lane,
and suddenly he was gone before I could get up and see who
he was. I managed to get straightened up just as the car came
past. It was Chas, one of our neighbours on leave from the
navy. He wound the window down, asking “Hi Chrissie. You
ok?”
“Yeah, I was just picking up a bracelet I dropped.”
“Hey, haven’t seen you for a while. You want to come in for
a coffee?”
“That’d be nice. You can tell me what you’ve been up to.”
<br>
<br>
Inside his house, I went to the bathroom to clean up the cum
that was by now running everywhere down my legs. I was feeling
turned on but unsatisfied from the episode in the lane.
In his lounge, I sat down on a low couch, and Chas came in with
the coffee and sat opposite in an armchair. I wasn’t thinking
particularly about how I was sitting, until I saw Chas’
eyes widen and he spilled a bit of his coffee. As he recovered,
he said, “Ah, that’s beautiful. A man dreams about those
at sea.”
I realized the way I was sitting was giving him an eyeful
of my pussy.
“Do you ever fulfill your dreams, Chas?”
“Ah, Chrissie. I’d love to now, ” he groaned.

<br>
With that he got on to his knees, crawled across to me, and
put his head under my skirt. He started nibbling, licking,
probing with his tongue, until I had fallen backwards and
was arching my back upwards to get more of him. He then came
up from under my skirt, and starting kissing me, with his
left hand squeezing my left nipple, and his right hand stroking
around my clit.

<br>
I unbuttoned his shirt, and undid his belt. He then pulled
me to my feet, and the two of us slowly undressed each other,
stroking and massaging as we went. He started nuzzling
into my milky white, blue veined breasts. “You’ve certainly
developed a bit since I saw you last.”
I smiled to myself “If he only knew why!”

<br>
He picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom. “This is a
bit conventional, ” I thought. “The first time I’ve actually
been fucked in a bed!” It wasn’t entirely conventional,
though. He got some silk scarves, put one on me as a blindfold,
and tied the others to my wrists and ankles, and tying me
to each corner of the bed so I was spread out wide open.

<br>
He then lay across me sixty-nineways and started tongueing
my clit again. I couldn’t hold his cock as my hands were tied,
but I could reach it with my mouth and I flicked my tongue
around the tip. Then his tongueing got faster and faster,
and all I could concentrate on was climbing the ladder of
my orgasm. “Oh, Oh, Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I came in a great
tingling shudder. Chas now climbed off me, and started
massaging my toes and feet, then my fingers and hands. Next
were my legs and arms, until he was running his hands all
over my body, my face, my breast, my nipples, my pussy. I
so wanted his cock inside me now, and I was tingling all over.
This was the best fuck ever.

<br>
Just then we heard the back door go, and what sounded like
Chas’ friends called out for him. He got up to out. I whispered,
“Don’t go ‒ pretend you’re not home.” He put a towel around
him and went anyway, and I could hear him whispering in the
other room.

<br>
I heard the back door slam, and Chas came back into the bedroom
saying “Now, where were we?”
I asked, “Have they gone?” and he said “Mmm.”

<br>
He then started the massaging all over again, and pretty
soon I wanted him again. “Come inside me now.” He was kneeling
between my legs, not touching me, then suddenly his cock
was deep inside. I gasped at the shock, and then arched my
back as he plunged in thrusting me hard into the bed, the
bed springs squeaking loudly. I felt helpless tied and
blindfolded like that but I started climbing that ladder
again. I was about halfway up when suddenly I felt him explode
into me, and pull out quickly. He jumped off the bed, as I
cried, “What are you doing? Oh, you can’t stop now!” I felt
him jump back on the bed, and plunge straight back in ‒ hard
as a rock. He seemed bigger than before, and I couldn’t get
enough of him. I just reached the top step as he exploded
again, and I came with a series of “Oh’s”. My vagina muscles
rippled down the length of his cock as I squeezed him dry,
then suddenly he jumped up and off the bed again.

<br>
The next thing he was back on the bed. I gasped as he rammed
into me a third time ‒ again rock hard. I couldn’t believe
his stamina. I started to rise up towards a third orgasm
when he blasted another load into me. I must have had a whole
jugful inside me by this time. Again, he pulled out, jumped
off the bed, and straight back in. This time he was huge.
I was getting exhausted, and gasped out, “What are you taking?
How do you do it?” He said nothing. A little more slowly now
he slid his huge rod up and down until I was groaning with
a long slow orgasm. Three in a row! He had to be the best fuck
ever. I was starting to get a bit sore by the time he exploded
yet another load, and this time stayed inside me, just lying
on top.

<br>
There was a noise in the corner of the bedroom, and then clapping,
as he climbed off me and pulled off the blindfold. Chas was
standing in the corner with two others, while this big bear
I’d never seen before was beside the bed with the blindfold
in his hands. They all started laughing together, as I said,
“Oh, you bastards. I thought Chas was Superman!”

<br>
“How about we all get a beer, and come back to see if we can
do better?” said Chas.
“Oh, no. I’ve had enough for the moment. I’m starting to
get sore, and this puddle running out of my pussy is getting
cold and sticky!”

<br>
“Why don’t we leave her there, and we can just come and get
seconds as we feel like it?” said the bear.

<br>
I got a bit frightened at that, wondering what I’d got myself
into, but Chas said, “That wouldn’t be very polite. Chrissie’s
a special neighbour, and I wouldn’t want to upset her.”
<br>
“That’s nice, ” I said. “You can come and untie me then.”
<br>
<br>
He untied me, and I jumped up, grabbed my clothes from the
living room and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
<br>
<br>
I smiled to myself as the other guys eyes widened when I came
out of the bathroom in my school dress.
“Oh, wow.” said the bear. “You didn’t tell me she was jailbait,
Chas.”
“I’m not.” I said. “You missed out by a year.”
He looked relieved as he asked, “Do you have a regular boyfriend?”
“No, not at the moment. I’m too busy with school.”
“I hope you’re on the pill then, if you get into these sorts
of games.”
“It’s nice of you to think of me for a change ‒ like you weren’t
in there.” I replied acidly. “ But no, I’m not on the pill.”
I couldn’t help grinning as I saw the look on Chas’ face.
I imagined what he’d say when I started to show in a few months’
time.

<br>
I left them then, to get home. I wanted to lie down on my own
bed and remember all the sensations of the afternoon. I
also couldn’t wait to get on the phone to Gillie to give her
a blow by blow description of how I was acting out my cravings.
<br>
<br>
Chapter 2 to follow.

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