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14-YEAR-OLD SANDWICH M/ff teen schoolgirls
By Dr. Wu
CHAPTER TWO
THE BLAH-BLAH: You shouldn't have to be told this, but this story
contains sex and perversion and if you are under 18, you should not read
it.
This story is copyright 2000 by Dr. Wu. It may be posted, re-posted or
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It is completely fictitious, and any resemblance with real persons is
completely coincidental, although the events in the prologue are more or
less true to an experience that Dr. Wu had not long ago.
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THE MUSICAL SCENE-SETTER:
"Beneath your perfume and make-up/
You're just a baby in disguise/
And though you know/
That it is wrong to be/
Alone with me/
That come on look is in your eyes."
Ñ "Young Girl," Gary Puckett and the Union Gap
CHAPTER TWO
Marie and Karina sat back down on the same sofa. My cock was stirring
under my robe, my heart was pounding, and I told myself to settle down. I
had to be in control. While I was waiting for the little honeys to
return, I had mapped out a tentative plan of how I wanted the evening to
go. It was important to stick more or less to the plan, although there
was room for improvising.
"May I say, you girls look absolutely fantastic. I definitely
approve!"
They giggled again, exchanging glances. "Thank you, Mr. Turner,
"Karina said shyly.
"So tell me, are you excited, scared, what?"
"A little of both," Marie admitted.
"It's gonna be fine," I reassured them. "You're gonna have a good
time, I guarantee it." Again they exchanged looks, as if knowing that the
other one was as deeply into this would give each one strength.
"I'd like to make arrangements for you to spend the night here," I
told them, which was part of my plan. "Before we get started, you each
need to call home and tell your parents that you're spending the night at
each others' houses. OK?"
"Spend the night?" gulped Karina. "Uh, Mr. Turner, we hadn't, like,
you know..." she trailed off.
"Now, now, girls. Remember, you said you'd do anything. Now let's get
on with it." I handed them the cordless phone.
"My parents are gone for the weekend," Marie said. "We've got a
babysitter."
"That makes it even easier. Call the sitter." She did, told whoever
the sitter was that she was spending the night with Karina, then handed
the phone to the slim Nordic beauty.
Karina dialed, and talked to her mother. I wondered briefly how
Karina had managed to get out of the house and into a cab dressed the way
she was with her mother home, but quickly realized that teenaged girls
are expert at sneaking past their parents. Karina hung up.
"Let's start with some questions," I said. "Each of you will answer
truthfully, even though you may be embarrassed. I assure you when all is
said and done, the questions won't seem that bad. OK?"
They nodded in unison.
"Karina, let's start with you. You say you're a virgin. Have you
ever kissed a boy?"
"Like, yeah."
"Ever let a boy feel you up? Get his hand under your clothes?"
"Mr. Turner!"
"Oh, come on, young lady. You just said you were willing to fuck me.
Those were your words. And now you're balking at some questions?"
The Q and A proceeded in fits and starts, amid much squirming and
giggling from my two little vixens. It turned out that Karina had let
Brad Turlington get to second base under her bra, but that was it. She'd
had a couple of beers at a couple of parties, never smoked pot. Marie
was, to my surprise, the more experienced of the two. She had been at a
party in a friend's basement a few months ago and Geoff Masters, one of
the young gods of the ninth grade, had been making out with her and
managed to talk her into a dark closet, where he proceeded to unzip
himself and persuade young Marie to give him a furtive blowjob. Even
Karina was shocked to hear this - she had had no idea! - and I made Marie
describe the taste of Geoff's cum to her friend, part of a sort of
desensitizing process. Partway through I realized I was no longer asking
the questions, that Karina and Marie were chatting away about Marie's one
sexual experience, with Karina pumping her for details more expertly than
I ever could have.
I got up and went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of Chardonnay
and poured three large glasses of wine. I stirred a spoonful of powdered
Ecstasy into two of the glasses, and took a sip of mine so the level was
lower and I would have it marked. When I brought the wine into the living
room on a tray, Marie and Karina were talking up a storm, with Marie
describing how it hadn't really been that bad giving the blow job, and
had made her really horny, but then Geoff hadn't done anything for her,
and anyway she probably wouldn't have let him, cause it made her nervous
to think of taking off her pants in front of him, and so on and on.
"Would you ladies like some wine?" I asked suavely.
They were surprised, I could tell, by a teacher offering them
alcohol, but then they realized that alcohol was the least of what was
going on, and they took their glasses and each took a gulp. Karina
instantly gasped and her face turned red, as she wasn't used to alcohol,
but she swallowed it and tried to look sophisticated. Image is everything
to ninth-graders.
I turned the questioning to masturbation, and learned that Karina had
tried it a few times, liked it, but wasn't sure if she'd really had an
orgasm or not. Marie said she diddled herself once or twice a month, and
was pretty sure had an orgasm. "I get really juicy down there," she said,
which set Karina to giggling fiercely and made Marie blush with
embarrassment.
"Let's set another little ground rule," I said. "No coy references to
'down there' or anything. We'll call our body parts what I know you girls
must call them when you have a slumber party. Tits, pussy, cock. Let's
hear you say it."
"Tits, pussy, cock," Marie and Karina said, trying to keep straight
faces. We all exploded in laughter.
"Wow, Mr. Turner, that must be really good wine," Karina said. "It's
making me all dizzy."
"Yeah, it's good French wine, and you're probably not used to it," I
said, leaving out the sexual stimulant I had slipped into their drinks.
"I think it's time to go upstairs, girls."
They obediently got up off the sofa and I led them upstairs to my
bedroom. They moved a little slowly and with some wavering as the drug
began to work on their adolescent brains.
"We're gonna start off slowly," I said. "And unlike your experience
with Geoff, Marie, I'm going to make sure that you girls have a really
good time, too. Since you're the more experienced masturbator, Marie,
we're gonna start with a little warming up exercise. You lay down on the
bed, and pull down those sexy little shorts. Then you play with yourself.
Karina and I will watch." I pulled up a couple of chairs to the foot of
the bed and guided Karina to one.
"Ooh, gee, I don't know, Mr. Turner," said Marie. "This is really
weird."
"No it isn't, Marie. We're just friends having fun. If it helps, you
can close your eyes and pretend you're alone."
That seemed to help the slightly dazed 14-year-old buxom beauty.
Blushing furiously, she peeled her tight litte cut-offs down her dark
legs, then untied her shirt and shrugged it off. I had been right about
her not wearing panties under the shorts, but she was wearing a nice lacy
bra that looked like a Wonderbra. "Take the bra off, too, Marie, but
leave the shoes on," I said in my teacher's voice, firm and somewhat
commanding without being too threatening.
Whether it was the drug or her own desire to get the tickets or a
combination, Marie was compliant. In a moment she was laying on my bed,
stark naked except for her black high heels. My God she had a gorgeous
body, far better than I could have imagined. Although she was voluptuous
for a young girl, she was tight as could be, firm all over. Her tits were
magnificent, and my cock, which had been twitching, was now fully erect
underneath my terry cloth robe.
"Go ahead, Marie, close your eyes and start playing with yourself.
Pretend you're alone and that we're not here." She obeyed, her right hand
parting the dark pubic hair that covered her pubescent pussy, as she
searched out her clit. She made contact, and her entire body gave a
little spasm.
"Thatta girl, Marie," I told her. "Is that wine making you feel
good. You should be feeling very horny about now."
"Oh, Mr. Turner, I am, I am!" the teen exclaimed. Her fingers
started moving a little faster, and she spread her legs a little wider.
The fact that she was naked except for the high heels made her seem even
more obscene.
Sitting next to me, Karina was quiet, but her eyes were wide and I
could sense her breathing was increasing. I laid my hand on her naked
thigh, just below the hem of her little plaid skirt. Her skin was hot,
and she jerked a bit when I touched her.
"Ssshhhh," I whispered to her, my mouth right next to her ear. "I'm
not gonna hurt you, honey. This is all gonna feel really good. Now I want
you to unbutton your blouse and take off, then slip off your panties."
Karina hesitated, then obeyed me, taking off her blouse, exposing
those small breasts to my direct gaze. Then she daintily lifted her butt
from the chair and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I kept my mouth
pressed against her ear and let my tongue slip out just a little and
tickler her there.
"Ohhh, Mr. Turner," she moaned, as she squirmed in her seat. I let
my hand drift higher on her magnificent young thigh, then higher, until
it was an inch away from her pussy. My heart was pounding, and my cock
felt like a crowbar. I undid my bathrobe belt and let the robe fall
aside, exposing my naked lap and my erection, which pointed straight up
to the ceiling, desperate for attention.
"Karina," I whispered to her, "we're going to watch Marie here, and
you're going to get your chance to have an orgasm. You'll have lots of
orgasms tonight, my dear, and you'll know you've had them. Now right now,
I'm going to reach over here and touch you gently on your pussy, and I
want you to reach over here and put your hand on my cock."
On the bed, Marie was beginning to moan. The Ecstasy was working its
magic, and I had a feeling she had forgotten about Karina and I sitting
there watching her. She licked her fingers, then plunged them back down
to her succulent young cunt and began rubbing furiously. "Ohhhhh,
Jeeeeeeez," she moaned. "Oh, Jeeeeeeeeeez."
I moved my hand to Karina's pussy and let it rest there. Unlike when
I first touched her, she didn't flinch, and I thought she was relaxing.
"Touch my cock, Karina, take your hand and wrap it around my cock,
Karina, do it, Karina, do it," I whispered into her ear. I could smell
the shampoo in her hair and taste her young skin and I was in heaven with
all of the sensations.
Karina's hand slowly closed around my shaft. Her fingers were cool
and firm. "Move it up and down, Karina. Pump my cock with your fist," I
ordered her. "You can close your eyes, too, and let me make you feel
good." I used my index finger to tickle the opening of her virgin pussy,
and when she moaned, I knew I had. She moved her legs apart a little
more, allowing me more access, and began to move her little fist up and
down on my throbbing erection.
Marie was lost in her own little world, playing with herself on my
bed. Her legs were now drawn up, the soles of her shoes flat, but her
knees splayed open a bit. Karina's pussy was getting wetter and wetter
through its natural lubrication, and I could feel the hood covering her
little clit retract, exposing that tiny super-sensitive organ to my
finger. I pushed a little and began to rub Karina's clitoris.
"Ohh, Mr. Turner, that feels so good. I feel so weird from the wine,
all tingly and buzzy and everything, but that feels so good. I didn't
know if I was gonna like this, you know?"
"Shhhh," I admonished. "Let's whisper so we don't disturb Marie.
Keep jacking my cock up and down. I know you've never done it before, but
I think you have an idea what to do."
Precum was dripping out of the piss-hole atop my dick, and as
Karina's sweet little fist crested the bulging purple head, she picked up
some of the moisture and slid it back down the length of my shaft,
lubricating me. I gritted my teeth, trying to decide whether to cum yet.
One the one hand I wanted to so badly, getting a hand job from one of my
young students while I watched another writhe, naked and panting and
moaning and jerking off, on my queen-size bed. On the other hand, I knew
a 33-year-old guy like myself was going to have a limited number of
orgasms over the evening, three for sure, five if I was lucky, and I
wasn't sure I wanted to "waste" one of my gushers in a hand job.
My prudent side won out. I whispered in Karina's ear: "I'm going to
take some movies of Marie now, and then we'll show them to her later as a
surprise. As part of your promise to do anything, don't make a sound
while I get out the video camera. Instead, why don't you use the hand
you've been jacking me off and start playing with yourself the way Maria
is." I felt her nod OK.
I got up and retrieved the movie camera. I was afraid the electronic
whir when I turned it on would alert young Marie, but she was lost in her
own little sexually overheated dream world. I framed her lying there, her
dark hair spilling all over the pillows, her eyes squeezed shut, her
right hand working her little clit. Her nipples were erect, nice and big
and pointy, and perspiration was shining on her tan skin. She was
babbling a little, "Oh God Oh Jesus Oh God," and her chest was heaving. I
was getting every second on videotape.
My robe hung loose at my side, my erection jutting out, angry and
purple and swollen. I knew that little slut Marie was wet and juicy, and
I thought about plunging my hard-on straight up into her teenaged gash,
but restrained myself. There was time, and plenty of it, and I wanted to
have a really great video for us all to watch together. I also wanted to
bring the girls along as willing playmates, not as victims.
I caught Karina out of the corner of my eye. Her hand was not
underneath that Catholic schoolgirl kilt, and although I couldn't see it,
I knew she was masturbating. She paid no attention to me, just watched
her best friend pounding her own little pussy on the bed. The room was
beginning to smell slightly of female fluids, a sweet, musky smell coming
from their open, juicy little twats.
"I'm gonna cum!" Marie suddenly yelled, and her fingers became a blur,
circling her little clit faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum oh shit oh
shit oh shit I'm gonna cum!" I kept her entire body in full frame on the
viewfinder, as she began to buck her hips up and down on the bed. Karina
was staring at her friend, eyes wide.
With a strangled scream, Marie launched into an orgasm. Her knees
started to close, almost of their own accord, then sprang back open. She
was huffing and puffing, and her nipples seemed to be spiking up to the
ceiling. She was drenched in sweat. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! OHHHHHHHH!" Marie
shouted.
"Oh, golly," I heard Karina breathe softly behind me. She was
watching her friend locked in a powerful orgasm while she played with her
own pussy. In both girls, the Ecstasy was now working its magic on them,
and I thought for a moment that neither one knew or cared that I was even
in the room.
Marie sagged back into the bed, her lithe young body suddenly going
limp. She opened her eyes. "Mr. Turner!" she shrieked. "What are you
doing??!"
"I'm making a video, my lovely Marie," I said soothingly. "You were
just so beautiful and sexy laying there, and I wanted you to be able to
see how you looked."
"Jeez, you didn't say anything about taping us!"
"I know, but you said you'd do anything, remember? And that includes
being on video. Don't worry, I won't show the tape to anybody," I lied.
"Karina, have you been watching me?" Marie asked her friend.
"God, yes, Marie, it was so, like, totally hot!" Karina panted. Her
hand continued busily under her skirt. "You should have seen yourself!"
"Why don't we watch?" I suggested, and popped the tape out of the
camcorder and into the VCR under my TV. After rewinding, the tape began,
and there was Marie, in a scene that took place only 10 minutes ago, once
again approaching orgasm.
"I look weird," Marie said. "Gross."
"No you don't," I soothed the youngster. "You look incredibly,
amazingly sexy. Scoot over, Marie, I'm gonna lay down beside you to
watch. Karina, why don't you get on the other side of me." I stripped off
my robe and lay down on the bed, stark naked, my erection straining
upward, engorged with blood.
"Karina hasn't cum yet, and neither have I," I told Marie. I think
it's time we all got even on our orgasms, don't you?
"I don't know," Marie said. "I just feel so incredible. That wine
was really powerful, I can feel it all over my body, down to my toes."
"That's also the way you feel after a really good orgasm," I told
her. Karina had stripped off all over clothes, without even being asked,
a very good sign, and lay down on the other side of me. All three of us
were now nude (except for Marie's black pumps), me in the middle, cock
hard and waiting, a ninth-grade girl, buzzed on Ecstasy and adventure and
adolescents hormones, on either side of me.
I was smack in the middle of a 14-year-old sandwich. And it was time
to gobble some salami.
"OK, girls, time for the next game," I told them. "You see my cock?
You're both gonna take turns sucking on the head. Neither one of you has
to do it all, you can go and back forth. Pretend you're sharing an ice
cream cone. And if you want to keep playing with yourselves while you do
it, please feel free. Now get up on your hands and knees, that's a girl,
very good, and start taking turns using your sweet little mouths on my
dick."
And they began. Ahhhhhhhh.
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