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Ch. 7 Codes: Mff, teen, oral, first, drugs
CHAPTER SEVEN
As she had promised, Marianne appeared at eight the next morning on her way
to school and gave me a quick blow job before I left for work. I was a
little concerned at the neighbors noticing her daylight arrival and
departure, but if anyone did, I couldn't tell.
That night, she called to tell me that her friend Giselle, the virgin, had
agreed to sell her virginity to me for a thousand bucks provided Marianne
came with her to "chaperone" the event.
"Is this going to be another three-way?" I asked her.
"I doubt it." She giggled over the line. "But do you want it that way?"
"We'll see. Don't force anything."
"This is going to be so hot. I can't wait."
"You're going to watch?"
"Giselle insisted. She's pretty nervous about this. But I would have wanted
to anyway."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night. But could I ask you a favor?"
"Shoot."
"Could you get us some bud? I think it would help loosen her up."
I laughed.
"I don't think I've smoked pot since I was your age. But I'll see what I can
do."
"Thanks. I've got a bong, but the guy we used to buy from got busted, and
I'm not sure where to go now."
I told her not to worry about it, that I knew some people I could talk to. I
knew my cousin still smoked a bowl now and then, and when I called him the
next day, he agreed to set me up with an ounce of prime Thai weed. I picked
it up on the way home from work that afternoon and went back to set things up
for the girls that night.
Marianne and Giselle showed up at eight. Giselle was quite a bit taller than
Marianne, about five-ten, willowy, with a long mane of tawny brown hair. As
Marianne had described, she had a vaguely European-model look to her face,
with deep green eyes. I shook her hand, which was long-boned and fragile.
She met my gaze only briefly before looking down.
Marianne got two beers out of the refrigerator and gave one to Giselle.
"Did you get the dope?"
"Yep."
"Phat. Where is it?"
I dug it out of my briefcase and handed it to her. Marianne opened the baggy
and sniffed.
"Mmm. This is good stuff."
She pulled her bong out of her purse and went to the sink to fill it up. I
glanced at Giselle, who hadn't said a word since we arrived.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded but said nothing. I watched as Marianne prepared the bong,
packing a tight bowl and lighting it up. She took a long drag and handed it
to Giselle.
I expected Giselle to display some nervousness about this, but instead she
took the bong without pausing and proceeded to inhale the rest of the load.
Marianne grinned slightly as my eyebrows rose. She suppressed a cough and
then exhaled.
"Giselle's not such a good girl, even if she is a virgin."
Giselle smiled at me for the first time, still holding onto her drag. Her
eyelids drooped a little, and she finally exhaled. Marianne packed another
load for me, then took a swig of her beer.
I hadn't used one of these things since college, but they hadn't appeared to
have changed much since then. I took a slow drag and immediately coughed
most of it out. Marianne rubbed my back.
"Are you all right?"
"It's just been a while. Give me a minute."
I gave it another try and then handed the bong to Marianne. She took a drag
and gave it to Giselle, who finished it off again.
Marianne gulped down a few more swallows of beer, then noticed the envelope
on the counter. She picked it up and peeked inside.
"Is this for us?"
I nodded. She handed it to Giselle, who slipped into her purse without
opening it.
"Thanks."
"No problem," I said.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me, okay? I was kind of
thinking about something like this anyway, losing it to an older guy instead
of somebody my age. But this money could make the difference between going
to college next year and working at McDonald's."
"I understand. Don't worry about it. You can consider it a contribution to
your college fund if you want."
She nodded, and I noticed Marianne grinning at both of us. I reached out and
ran my fingers through her hair, and she leaned against me, still smiling.
In a few minutes, the three of us were thoroughly ripped. I sat down in the
den, and Marianne lay across my lap and put my hand on her tits. She was
wearing another short baby-tee to showcase her chest, and I played idly with
her nipples as Giselle watched us from the other end of the couch. Marianne
stroked Giselle's smooth thigh with her toes, which I noticed were adorned
with a couple of silver rings.
Giselle suddenly sat up and pulled her top over her head. She had been
wearing a black spaghetti-strap bra top, and she proved to have nothing under
it. She crawled up next to me and leaned in to kiss me.
I slipped my tongue in her mouth as her arms slid around my neck. I reached
up to feel her hard little tits, and a moment later I felt Marianne reaching
up to tweak one of Giselle's nipples. But after a few moments, Marianne
moved out of the way to let Giselle straddle me. She sat next to us and just
watched.
Giselle just kissed me and let me play with her. When I had my fill of her
tits (I was too enamoured of Marianne's ample endowments to be much satisfied
with Giselle's little boobs, however nicely shaped they might have been), I
moved down to caress her long legs. I stroked her thighs for a minute before
reaching under her skirt. I slid my fingers up to her butt, and thereupon
discovered that she had no panties on either.
She pulled back from kissing me and bit my lip gently.
"I never wear panties."
"Even during games? When you're doing cheers?"
She smiled.
"Well, except for then."
"I dare you to go commando at the game next weekend," Marianne said.
Giselle licked her lips and looked at her friend for a second or two.
"I will if you will."
Marianne stroked my leg with her toes.
"Only if Steve comes to watch us."
They both looked at me expectantly.
"You're talking about cheerleading with nothing on under your skirts?"
Marianne grinned at me.
"Uh-huh."
"That's something I'd sure like to see."
"Then we'll do it. Maybe I can talk the rest of them into doing it too."
"There's no way in hell Melinda or Anne will do something like that," Giselle
said.
Marianne grinned evilly.
"I bet I can find a way to convince them."
"How many girls are on the squad?"
"Eight. You've met, and fucked, about half of us now. I'm going to do my
best to get the rest of them over here."
Before I could digest this information, Giselle went back to kissing me, and
I decided the issue could wait until later. I pushed her skirt up to her
waist, rendering her effectively nude. Marianne leaned over to help her out
of it, leaving me with a naked virgin on my lap.
I had a good buzz going, so I was content to just play with her and explore
for a while. Though Giselle was on the thin side, like Marianne she was
tight and toned from all their cheerleading. She made me suck on her nipples
for a few minutes, then went back to kissing me.
As Giselle sucked on my tongue, I explored between her neatly trimmed labes.
She was almost dripping into my lap, and when I slipped the tip of my finger
into her, I discovered that her cherry was indeed still intact. I probed
gently against it, causing Giselle to squirm in my grip.
"Do you think it will hurt?"
"Not too much."
I withdrew my finger and rubbed the edge of it against her clit. She
responded by kissing me even more vigorously, arms tight around my head. I
diddled her like that for a few minutes, and she soon had my face pressed
against her shoulder as she gasped and whimpered. All of a sudden, her hands
clamped down on my shoulders. She let out a soft cry and shook in orgasm,
squirting even more wetness into my hand. I kept playing with her, and she
came again after another minute or so. Then she pushed herself back,
pressing her forehead, damp with sweat, against my face.
"I'm ready," she gasped. "I want you to fuck me."
"Okay. But not here."
I stood up, still holding her in my arms, and carried her to the bedroom.
Marianne followed, loosing her clothes in the process. I laid Giselle on the
bed, stripped out of my clothes myself, and lay down next to her. Marianne
lay down on the other side of her to watch.
I kissed and caressed Giselle for about a minute as she tentatively explored
my erection with her hand. Then she rolled on her back, pulling at me, and I
climbed between her thighs. Marianne sat up, peering in to get a good look
at what I was about to do.
Giselle lay perfectly still, legs spread, as I aimed myself into her. I
poked the head of my cock between her lips, meeting her hymen and pushing
gently against it. It resisted for longer than I expected (but then, it must
have been tougher than usual to survive routine splits and all that jumping
around), but then I broke through it a second later. Giselle squeaked and
dug her nails into my waist as I slipped into her.
"Okay?"
She nodded, eyes closed.
"I saw it pop," Marianne said, grinning at me.
Giselle tried to spread herself wider as I moved in, but even then, this was
tightest pussy I had ever fucked. It almost hurt, and I was secretly glad
that Marianne had not warmed me up with oral sex as she usually did, because
I would have probably come immediately. Both of us moaned as I bottomed out,
and Giselle embraced me tightly.
"Make me come," she whispered into my ear. "Will you make me come?"
I tried to nod, and withdrew slowly. I had to concentrate on what I was
doing, because her pussy was so delicious that I didn't think this would last
too long. I took it easily at first, and the crisis soon appeared to pass.
I had enough experience at my age to recognize her triggers and movements,
and I stayed deeply inside her, grinding myself against her clit. She
writhed under me, moaning, arms and legs sliding up and down my body. I
glanced over at Marianne, who was watching us eagerly. She reached out and
caressed my butt briefly.
I turned back to Giselle and increased the tempo, watching the flush of
impending orgasm spread across her chest. Her nipples stood straight out
from her breasts like little fence posts, and I bent to nibble on them as I
fucked her. She started to whimper, rolling her hips faster and faster under
me, urging me on. I pumped her vise-like teen twat in a steady rhythm, and a
few seconds later, her back arched, she spiked herself up at me, and she let
out a shriek as she came. Her cunt bit down on my cock so hard that spots
appeared before my eyes. She appeared locked in the grip of a massive
seizure, and my control evaporated. I pounded her madly, barely able to move
in her tight grip, and as another orgasm wracked her body, I drove in as far
as I could go and came like a fire hose.
We continued grunting and thrusting at each other for a good minute before I
fell back onto her. I rolled off as soon as I was able so as not to
suffocate her. She lay where I left her, still gasping for breath. Marianne
snuggled against me, putting her head on my chest.
"I hope you have some left for me."
"Give me a few minutes," I gasped.
As I expected, her head drifted down my abdomen, and she was soon sucking my
cock, damp with Giselle's spendings and virginal blood. I was still buzzed
from the pot we'd smoked earlier, so I closed my eyes and just wallowed in
the sensations. I didn't move until I felt Giselle trying to move under my
arm a minute or two later. I let her, and she pressed closely against me,
nuzzling my neck.
"You fuck like a god," she moaned softly.
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just held her. She kissed my neck a
few times.
"Do you want some more weed?"
"Help yourself."
She climbed out of bed and went downstairs, still naked. She returned a
minute later with the bong and the bag of marijuana. I watched her lithe,
lanky frame moving gracefully across the room, deciding that she was
certainly very hot in her own way, even if I preferred Marianne. Giselle sat
cross-legged on the bed next to us and packed another load, watching as
Marianne continued to suck on my aching erection.
Giselle took a drag and handed me the bong. I took a hit, holding it in more
easily this time, and held it out to Marianne. She finished the load, and
then took me back in her mouth without exhaling. She held me between her
lips, and I could feel the acrid smoke biting at the head of my cock.
Marianne let it drift out the corners of her mouth, and I watched it curling
around her face and my balls.
I closed my eyes again and lay back, letting Marianne and the dope do their
work. I reached out to Giselle, caressing her thighs. She squeezed my hand
once but remained still.
Marianne finally relented with the blow job and climbed up to straddle me. I
felt her take my cock in her hand, and a moment later, I was sinking into her
tight, wet pussy.
I let her ride me as she wanted to, and she bounced herself to couple of
orgasms within a few minutes. Then she stretched herself out on top of me,
and I felt her lips pressing against mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth,
and I returned the kiss.
"Not passing out on me, are you?"
"No. I'm just lying here enjoying this."
I opened my eyes, looking up at her. Her long blonde hair had fallen down
around our faces in a shroud. I kissed her nose and stared into her blue
eyes.
"Where should I come?"
"In me," she whispered. "I went and got one of those shots. I'm safe for a
few months."
"Mmm."
I had a sudden idea.
"Can you do the splits?"
Her eyebrows creased in amusement.
"Sure. Why?"
"Think you could do them now?"
"On you? While we're fucking?"
"Think you can?"
She laughed.
"I'll try."
She sat back, and Giselle moved out of the way. Marianne stood up on the bed
above me, leaning forward to balance herself on the headboard. Then she
dropped slowly down, spreading her legs straight out. I held my erection up,
and she worked herself awkwardly down onto me again.
She giggled.
"This feels *so* weird."
"You should see how it looks," Giselle said.
Even though she was stretched completely open, she was still quite tight
around me. I held her hips and helped her move back and forth. She got into
a rhythm fairly quickly, rolling her hips up and down.
"Do you like it? Does it feel different?"
I nodded, needing to come after being up for so long. Marianne rocked
herself eagerly above me, and I held her little cheerleader butt in my hands.
In a minute or two, she brought me to the brink, and I squirted off in her
tight teen twat.
We smoked another bong load after that to unwind, and the girls left about
ten. I lay in bed savoring the buzz and wondering what Marianne was going to
do for me next.
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