Where it happened: mansion
My story’s long, but I think you’ll like it.
I live in a relatively rich community, but my parents themselves aren’t all that well off; any extra money that I want for myself I have to work for. Just this past summer I got a job doing landscaping for one of the richest guys in the community who wanted to totally relandscape his two acre plot of land. Mr. S really believed in giving young people a chance, so he hired myself and seven other guys who were still in high school, paying us all $12/hour plus overtime. Landscaping work requires a lot of physical labour, and we were outside all the time, working about ten hours a day, six days a week, so we were all getting awesome tans and were building up our arm muscles. (Those concrete stepping slabs are pretty damn heavy)
One lunch break, about three weeks after we started, Mr. S’s daughter brought us some ice tea. Let me tell you, as refreshing as the ice tea was, her fabolous body was doubly so. She was sixteen, but she had already developed marvelously. Her short skirt showed off a beautiful pair of slender legs. Her tight mini t-shirt that stretched over her full chest didn’t cover much of her flat tummy showing off her navel piercing. Her skin was golden (probably from tanning by daddy’s pool) and her smile was radiant. She had beautiful long brown hair and these deep hazel eyes that almost took on a greenish tint in the sunlight. “I thought you boys might be thirsty” she said in a slightly laughing tone.
She introduced herself as Bridgette, “but most people just call me B” and we all introduced ourselves. We all talked with her briefly, while all of us were trying to get as much in with our eyes as we could. She too seemed to be scoping us all out (and if I was not decieved, she was eyeing me the most). We were all going to be Seniors this year, while she would be a Sophomore at the private high school.
After that, about once or twice a week, she would be outside with ice tea at lunch time, and we would all chat it up. Somehow the topics turned to birthdays, and I told that my birthday was going to be the following sunday, which would be the last sunday before our work for Mr. S. would be finished. The sudden grin that B gave me when she heard that almost gave me the chills. “We’re just gonna have to do something to celebrate your birthday then…” she said, and we all laughed. Little did I know she was serious.
The week passed, and on Saturday, after inspecting our work, Mr. S informed us that he was leaving for an out of town golf tournament early the next morning, and wouldn’t be back until Monday afternoon, so he was telling us what he wanted done Monday morning. (Our mornings always started with him telling us what to do that day)
Just before we all left, we ran into B, who started talking to me about some mundane thing her friend did, but I discovered that it was just a cover until her father and my coworkers were out of earshot. “Come back here tomorrow morning at ten, birthday boy” she said with a mysterious smile on her face. Before I could even respond, she ran off and went back into the house.
My mind was full of questions by the time I got home, and I didn’t get much sleep that night. I don’t take my birthdays too seriously, so I didn’t have any other plans for the day (one of the other things that I mentioned to her) but I was perplexed as to what she would want to do with me. I’m not a dumb guy, I suspected that it had something to do with sex, but I wasn’t experienced at all in that department. I had only had a couple girlfriends before, and the farthest that I had ever gone with one was when we were drunk and I went down on her. Unfortunately, I was so drunk that I don’t remember much of it, and after she came, she was too drunk to return the favour. With my mind full of B’s beautiful curves, and imagining unbuttoning those short shorts she likes wearing, I tossed and turned all night.
I was back at her house at exactly ten the next morning. As I was standing by the front door, my heart was pounding so loud that I probably didn’t really need to knock. I had no idea what I would say to her when she opened the door, nor did I have any idea what to say if anyone but her opened the door. Finally I gathered up the courage and rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps come bounding down the stairs, and then the door opened. I was nearly floored when I saw her. She was wearing a pair of short denim cutoffs, and an aqua summer shirt (or whatever they’re called) that tied in the front, showing off her cleavage and blue bra. Her hair was tied back and the small amount of make up that she used made her look gorgeous.
“Hey birthday boy” she said. “Come on in.” I followed her into the house (mansion) and we went into the kitchen. “Is anyone else here?” I asked. “Nope, my mom and dad took my younger brother. We have the house to ourselves.” She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “Do you want someone else here?” A little more relaxed, I laughed and said “it might be fun.” She again gave me that serious look. “We’ll see about that later.”
She had baked me a birthday cake, so we each had a slice of it while we talked some more. I couldn’t believe how nice she was, and I told her how thankful I was. “You’ll make it up to me,” she said, and then threw herself at me, turning her face up to kiss me. I held her slender body against mine and kissed her back. The sensation of our tongues slding against each other was erotic, and I was turned on instantly. I was running my hands up and down her back, and dared to grab onto her ass. She squealed when I did this, and pulled away slightly, working her hands inbetween us to get them under my shirt and rub my muscular chest. I had my own hands fumbling with the knot in her shirt. When I got it undone, I slid her shirt down off her shoulders, then pushed her back up against the wall. I began feeling up her beautiful breasts with one hand, while the other skillfully unclipped her bra from behind. Her nipples were hard and standing out like berries just begging to be sucked. I told her so, and she laughed as I traced my tongue from her mouth, down along her throat, across her chest and over her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, and gasped slightly when I gently bit first one then the other. I let my hands glide farther south until I was feeling up her crotch. I could feel the soft skin underneath her denim shorts, and this was driving me wild. Her hands had by this time unbuttoned my shirt and she was running her hands all over my chest, and gently playing with my nipples. To my surprise, I was getting pleasured by this. Her breathing was getting heavy from my petting, rubbing and nipple sucking, and I wanted to increase her pleasure, so I started to unbutton her jeans, but she pushed my hand away. “Not yet baby. I want to see yours first.”
She then turned us around so that I was backed against the wall, and she began going down on me, tracing her tongue all over my neck and chest and stomache while she unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My fully erect penis was now standing straight up less than two inches from her hot mouth. I had never been naked with a girl before, and the sight of her mouth so close to my dick was driving me crazy. “I’m not going to last long” I said. She glanced up at me. “I know, but if you cum now, you’ll last longer for everything else I have planned today.” With that, she lowered her hot mouth around the head of my dick and began to give me my first blow job.
She was definately experienced at this, and after only a few moments of bobbing her head up and down, I let out a low grunt and braced myself against the wall. I looked down and saw her pull my squirting cock out of her mouth and point it at her face and breasts, giving both a nice splatter of semen. “That was a lot of fucking cum. Normally I just swallow, but you had filled my mouth and I had to pull you out in order to swallow.” I couldn’t believe that I had cum that much. There was a lot there, plus the mouthful she had already taken. It must have been about ten times as much as I usually shoot when I masturbate. “Wow” I said. “Yum” she said as she bent her head down and licked it off her tits, then began wiping the rest into her mouth.
“Now it’s your turn” she said as she stood up. I reached down to undo her shorts, but again she pushed my hand away. “Not here.” With that she walked away from me and disappeared down one of the hallways. Confused, I had to shake my head a moment, then went after her after pulling my shorts back up. I found her in the garage, and for the second time that day, my jaw dropped when I saw her.
She was lying on her back on the hood of a new red 1999 Ford Mustang Convertible, naked, with her legs spread so her feet were sitting comfortably on the front bumper by the headlights. I could see her shaved pussy lips and trimmed triangle of hair above her inviting snatch. Never have I seen a chick look so fucking hot as B did right then. Her tits were standing straight up, and were still glistening from my cum under the garage lights. She raised her head and looked at me. “Eat me” she commanded. I didn’t need to be told twice.
I began at her knee and licked my way inward to her shaved lips, which I sucked on gently, and then moved them apart to get to her clit. Her hands were running through my hair as I licked and sucked and kissed her clit, while using my fingers inside of her, moving in and out of her wet hole. She was murmuring my name over and over again, moaning and whimpering. “Oh, right there, yeah, mmmmmmm, oh, ahhh…” After almost fifteen minutes of tongue action, her back arched to an impossible angle, she let out a long, low groan, and I felt her fluids actually running down all over my face.
“Do you like my car?” she asked when she came back down. “It’s yours?” “Yeah, my dad gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday. Do you want to drive it?” I was dumbfounded. “I have to pick up a friend of mine,” she continued, “so why don’t you drive it? I’ll give you another blow job on the way.”
I was so hot from eating her out that I wasn’t going to refuse an offer like that. So I got to drive a brand new 99 mustang while getting another awesome blow job. She had to stop every now and then to give me directions, but I was in heaven. I came just as we were pulling up in front of her friend’s house, and this time she swallowed it all.
“Why are we picking up your friend?” I asked as she straightened her clothes (she had gotten dressed again before we left) and fixed her lipstick. She laughed at me. “To go back to my place and fuck. Sherri and I always spend the day fucking whenever my parents leave.” My eyes bulged out of my head, but she just kissed me, hopped out of the car, and ran up to ring the doorbell.
I couldn’t believe what was going on. It wasn’t even noon on my eighteenth seventeenth birthday, and I had already gotten two blow jobs, eaten out a delicious young chick, and now I was sitting in an awesome car waiting for two girls to go back and “spend the day fucking.”
The girls came back, and I met Sherri, who was as attractive as B. The two girls were making out beside me in the passenger seat the entire way back, kissing, fondling and petting each other. I was having trouble concentrating on my driving. Well we finally got back and the two girls could barely keep their hands and mouths off each other, and ended up in a sixtynine position in the middle of the living room floor. Watching the two going at it was driving me wild with excitement, but I didn’t want to interrupt them, so I just sat on the couch, watching them eat each other out. Sherri, who was on top, came first, so she got off and continued eating out B while lying on her front on the floor. B, whose face was all wet from Sherri’s pussy looked up at me. “Fuck her” she said. “Fuck her hard.”
I got up and positioned myself behind Sherri, who raised her ass in the air to give me better access. I slid my fingers inside of her while I took off my jeans. I put my dick at the opening of Sherri’s wet pussy. My mind raced through everything I had learned about sex and STD’s and pregenancy, but at that point I didn’t care. I was losing my virginity in a threesome with two hot babes, and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity for anything. I slid myself in and it felt glorious. As I slowly began rocking myself in and out to get used to the sensation, Sherri began her own rocking motions. We all fucked like this for a long time, while both girls were moaning and sometimes screaming from their orgasms. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I pulled out and ejaculated all over Sherri’s back and ass. B then got up to lick it off while Sherri began giving me another blow job.
Well, let’s just say that B was right about spending the day fucking. We did it in every position imaginable all over the house: the living room, outside in the pool, in B’s bedroom, in the kitchen. We took breaks to go and eat some more birthday cake, and then we used the icing that B had left over for even more fun.
Eventually I had to go home because my family wanted to take me out for dinner for my birthday, a family tradition. I went back to work the next day, but didn’t say a word to my coworkers about what had happened. I also didn’t see B again that week, and in fact haven’t seen her since. She never returned my calls. I ran into Sherri once at the mall, but she didn’t even recognize me. I guess what happened that day was just a birthday present, and I’m just going to take it as that, nothing more.
Thanks girls =)