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14-YEAR-OLD SANDWICH M/ff teen schoolgirls
By Dr. Wu
CHAPTER FIVE
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.
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less true to an experience that Dr. Wu had not long ago.
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THE MUSICAL SCENE-SETTER:
"I'm going out tonight--I'm feelin' alright/
Gonna let it all hang out/
Wanna make some noise---really raise my voice/
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout /
No inhibitions--make no conditions/
Get a little outta line/
I ain't gonna act politically correct/
I only wanna have a good time."
- "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!" by Shania Twain
I left them there, basking in afterglow, the first of their young
lives, little Karina and little Marie, and went downstairs to get some
more wine. Three more glasses, and I added a pinch of Ecstasy apiece to
theirs to give them a little boost of sexual energy. I didn't want them
climbing the walls, but I certainly wanted them climbing me!
On the way back, I stopped outside my bedroom, holding the wine glasses
on a tray, and listened. The door was open, but they couldn't see me
lurking in the hall.
"So how was it? What did it feel like?" Karina asked Marie.
"You mean like his dick?" Marie asked.
"Of course, you goofball, I mean his dick," Karina said, and they both
giggled.
"It felt pretty big, but it didn't hurt. Course, I've never like had
one inside me before, so I don't like have much to compare it to, but it
felt like a baseball bat, to tell you the truth."
"A baseball bat?" Karina said, and I could hear the lust in her voice.
"It felt like he was sticking a baseball bat up inside you? Oh, man. That
is so awesome."
"Yeah, but then I could hardly breathe cause you were like mashing
down so hard on my nose and mouth, you little slut!"
"I'm a slut? You're the slut!"
"You are SUCH a fucking slut! This was all your idea, and you know
it!"
"Yeah, but I haven't heard you saying like get me out of here. You
slut. You love it. You love getting fucked by Mr. Turner.
"Well, I like it more than I thought I was going to," Marie said.
Although I've still got his cum on my teeth, and then like all your
juices, you know?"
"Yeah, I;m sorry if I like almost suffocated you, but oh, man, I've
never felt anything like that. I'm not gonna go lesbo or anything, but
like having a girl eat you is pretty cool."
"Well I like wouldn't know, Karina, since I've had to eat you but you
haven't had to eat me. You slut!" They started to laugh again, and I
could hear what sounded like them slapping each other playfully.
"You're the slut, Marie! Marie the slut! Marie the slut!" Their
laughter was increasing, and infectious, and I was afraid I would burst
out laughing myself, so I entered the bedroom. It was easy to forget when
we were all romping sexually that these were middle-school girls without
much sexual experience until today, girls who probably had posters of the
Backstreet Boys plastered on their bedroom walls, pink pillows and
stuffed doggies on their beds.
"Hello, ladies. Who'd like some wine?"
They both started, and reached out their little hands. I gave them
each some Chardonnay spiked with a little Ecstasy, and gestured for them
to scoot apart so I could nestle in between them on the bed. We sipped
the wine, and I cued up the videotape that I had shot so far of our
amorous adventures.
"Oh God, I am like so fat!" Marie wailed when the picture of her
masturbating appeared on my TV screen.
"You are not fat, Marie," Karina told her friend. "God, I wish I had
boobs like you. All the boys like your boobs, and you know it!"
Marie was not fat as far as I was concerned, she was just a very well-
developed young woman, definitely better developed than almost anyone
else in the ninth grade. But in her mind that translated to fat, and I
was glad Karina was re-assuring her.
"You girls are both absolutely lovely," I told them. "Girls your age
develop at different rates, and that's part of your charm, is that you're
all different. Marie, I assure you, I would not get a hard-on like I had
a little while ago over a fat chick. You are incredibly sexy."
"I am?" she squeaked, adorably.
"You are, my dear."
They sipped their wine, and made little oohing sounds about how good
it tasted. I hadn't shot nearly as much video as I had hoped, and
resolved that for the next block of time, while I was waiting for my
depleted cock to come back to life, that I would get as much of these
girls on video as I could.
The tape ended, their wine glasses were empty, and I suggested a
shower. Since they were both coated with dried sweat and some dried cum,
they readily agreed, and hopped into my bathroom, weaving just a little
as the drug toyed with their brain chemistry.
"God, I'm feeling all weird again," Karina said. "It's that wine."
"I kind of like it," said Marie. "It's like how people describe
getting high."
"Have you ever smoked dope, girls?" I asked innocently.
They both said they had not.
"Well, the wine is just affecting you a lot cause you're not used to
feeling intoxicated. Don't fight it, just let your body relax into the
feeling." I ran the shower on warm, told them to hop in together and
start washing, and went to get the camcorder.
When I opened the shower door and they saw me standing there, stark
naked, with the camcorder up on my shoulder, filming them, they both gave
a little shriek.
"Mr. Turner!"
"Oh come on, girls, this is no time for false modesty. You're already
on tape, for one thing. And after all we've done tonight, this is
nothing. Now why don't you start soaping each other up while I continue
making my little movie."
And lo and behold, with a little giggling and averting of glances,
they did just that. Karina started rubbing her soapy hands over Marie's
C-cup breasts, and Marie began returning the favor on Karina's hard
little nipples and barely visible mounds. Soon they forgot about me and
the video and began concentrating on what they were doing, and making
small cooing and moaning sounds in the bargain.
I let it continue for several minutes. "Don't forget down lower,
ladies. But Karina, be gentle with Marie. She may be a little sore."
Karina tentatively reached her hand out to Marie's lush dark mound of
pubic hair and began to rub it, and Marie instantly jumped.
"Oh, shit!" the girl yelped. "That really feels good!"
"Oh, jeez, I thought I'd like hurt you or something," Karina said.
"No, uh-huh, it's OK," Marie said, and her hips began to rotate
subtly, pushing her recently ravaged pussy forward to increase the
friction from Karina's soapy fingers. Marie reached down as well and
began to run Karina's clit, and soon both girls were covered in soap suds
and rubbing each other faster and faster. My video recorded whirred,
capturing this wonderful scene of young sapphic lust.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh," Karina was saying, thrusting her pelvis forward. Marie
was like a mirror image. "Oh, fuck, oh shit, oh Marie, Marie, I'm gonna
cum, ohhhh ohhhhh" Karina sighed heavily and leaned into her friend. I
was hoping they might kiss, but no suck luck, and I decided not to push
my luck by suggesting it.
Instead, I turned off the camera and stepped into the shower with my
two 14-year-old students, and told them to start lathering me up. They
did, and in no time we were three happy little campers, passing the soap
around, rubbing slippery hands over slipper bodies. I told Karina to turn
around and face the wall, and reached down and began to gently knead her
slender little ass. It was not the kind of booty that would make it into
a rap video, but a sweet little bottom of a girl who was not yet fully
launched into puberty. I ran a soapy finger down the crack of her, and
then let it play in between the cheeks. Going for broke, I pushed a bit
and found the rubbery tight ring of her sphincter and tickled it with my
finger.
"God, Mr. Turner! What are you doing? Jesus, Marie, he's tickling my
butt with his finger!"
"You mean your butt or your hole?" asked Marie.
"My hole!"
"Settle down, Karina, it's not like I stuck anything up there," I
said, knowing full well what I had planned for a little later. "I'm just
making sure you're clean. Now brace your hands against the wall and relax
your ass, and I promise you this won't hurt."
She did as she was told, and I gently inserted the tip of my finger
into her tight little bunghole. The soap helped it slide in to the first
knuckle, and I stopped there, then withdrew. Then pushed again a little,
then withdrew.
"Oh, shit, Karina, it's like he's finger fuckin' your ass!" exclaimed
Marie, who was watching wide-eyed.
"But the soap makes it all easy and sexy," I told Marie. "Here, let me
show you. You get next to Karina here, hands pressed against the wall.
Stick your butt out a little, and relax it."
Marie did exactly that, and as the shower spray beat down on all three
of us, I soaped my other index finger and began to gently tickled in
between Marie's meatier ass cheeks, tickling my way toward her virgin
little hole. With my right hand I kept a gentle sawing motion going in
Karina, and soon I was doing the same on her best friend. Two index
fingers, stuck up two schoolgirl butts.
"This feels so nasty," Karina said, but her voice was anything but
disgusted. Marie agreed that it did indeed feel nasty, but I suggested
that they each reach a hand down and play with themselves, and they would
find that a gentle finger in the ass could be quite exciting. They
complied, and soon their bodies were vibrating. My slick fingers slid in
and out of their behinds, and I gently increased my penetration a
fraction of an inch at a time until I was frigging their buttholes with
half a finger each.
"Ohhh, shit, Mr. Turner, you are so nasty!" Marie yelled.
"You bet I'm nasty, but so are you girls. You love it, admit it."
"I admit it!" I'm nasty! Stick your finger up my ass, Mr. Turner.
Stick it all the way up my ass!" Karina shouted, and her voice echoed off
the tiled walls of the shower. "Me too!" screeched Marie. "All the way up
my ass." Their fingers were both working hard on their clits, and I
obliged my little students' request by plunging my fingers up deeper and
deeper into the rear ends.
Soon the inevitable came to pass, and both girls hit their climaxes,
screaming and thrusting their behinds back at me like monkeys. My ears
were ringing from their frenzied shouts in the closeness of the shower-
tub.
After we had finished our little shower, we were feeling physically
clean and morally dirty, a mighty fine combination. We all toweled off,
and the girls dried their hair. I knew that it would be awhile before I
was hard enough to fuck again, and suggested a number of activities to
pass the time. So over the next couple of hours we ticked items off my
list of Fun Things to Do With Two Ecstasy-Addled, Horny, Compliant 14-
Year-Old Girls Who Aren't Going Anywhere:
1. Marie and Karina got dressed in the clothes they had arrived in,
and each did a strip tease for me. I put Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like
a Woman" on the CD boombox and told them to be as sexy as they could, and
they were far better than any stripped has ever been, largely because of
their innocence. I sat on the couch and videotaped the whole thing. Marie
had trouble getting out of her tiny little blue-jean cutoffs while
wearing the high heels, and hopped around like a bird on one leg, then
another. But it was terribly cute and sexy.
2. We turned on my hot tub and shared another glass of wine, without
Ecstasy. Karina found herself sitting over one of the strong jets of
water, and it goosed her right up the cunt. She tried to move off, but I
gently pushed her back onto the jet, and told Marie to hold Karina's legs
apart so she could get the full brunt of the spray on her clit. Karina
struggled, but only a little, as Marie and I held her in place and let
the water beat her clit. I took the wine glass out of her hand with my
free hand for fear she would snap the stem, and she soon came with a
violent screaming fit that was almost frightening. I then suggested to
Karina that turnabout was fair play, and she and I held Marie's naked
gash over the water jet and induced a strong orgasm in her as well.
3. I suggested they have a contest as to who could get the neck of the
naked wine bottle further into her mouth, and videotaped them having a
deep throating contest. Then I set the bottle on the floor and had them
take turns squatting over it, seeing who could take the most into her
cunt.
4. We played several rounds of a game I made up on the spot called
"Statue." For this game, one person lays on the floor on his or her back,
arms at the sides, perfectly still. The victim has to keep me from moving
for as long as possible, and the other two try to make the victim move.
This led to a great deal of tickling, and Karina in particular proved to
be an extremely tickling little girl. In fact, she never lasted more than
about 30 seconds once Marie and I went to work on her feet and ribs.
Marie proved more obstinate, but I found her vulnerability when I began
sucking her toes. She nearly hit the ceiling. When I came my turn, I let
them do everything to me, and lasted about 10 minutes. I'm not ticklish,
so they tried sucking my cock, sucking my toes, sitting on my face, you
name it, they tried it. Finally I twitched just because I wanted to get
back to another round of tickling Karina as fiendishly as possible.
5. Marie and I decided we liked tickling Karina so much we'd just make
that into game. She didn't like it much, and started screaming, but most
of it was fake, I think. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her
back upstairs and tossed her onto my bed, then climbed on top and laid my
naked body down on top of hers. Since she was such a tiny girl, there was
no way she could toss me off, and it left her feet exposed to Marie, who
danced her fingernails all up and down Karina's bare soles gleefully.
Karina whooped and laughed and screamed and writhed in the most delicious
way, and my cock started getting hard as she ground her naked body into
mine in her frantic attempts to escape. I told Marie where my ex-
girlfriend Amy had left some pantyhose even though she'd moved out, and
Marie fetched them and we proceeded to tie Karina spread-eagle to my bed,
and then really worked her over. I worked on her armpits and the tender
buds of her breasts, giving her maddening light touches, while Marie
dragged her nails up and down Karina's legs and feet. I could tell it was
turning Karina on, and it was certainly turning me on. So I reached down
and gently parted her sparse blonde pubic hair and found her pussy, as I
expected, sopping wet. I began to finger clit, and told Marie to keep up
with the tickling. I thought little Karina Magnuson was going to explode
from the combination of having her clit expertly rolled and pulled by my
fingers while Marie sadistically tickled her, and she eventually did
explode, in an orgasm that even dwarfed the one she'd had in the shower.
She called us "bastards" and "motherfuckers" when we untied, but the
smile on her face and the goose pimples all over her body indicated how
much she had loved it.
The time had come for round three, I decided. My dick was half-way
hard and ready to go.
--
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