Message-ID: <22934asstr$951264609@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: doktorwu@yahoo.com Lines: 382 X-Original-Message-ID: <88utsv$i55$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Feb 22 21:08:50 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} 14-Yr-Old Sandwich by Dr Wu 2/6 Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 19:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates 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 archived anywhere that is completely free. It may not be archived anywhere that charges any sort of fee. 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. You can read other stories by Dr. Wu by visiting his author's site at the Alt. Sex.Stories Text Repository. The address is: ftp:// www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/doktorwu/. Dr. Wu makes no money off this site, and if you are moved to make a donation to maintain the site, contact the asstr administrator, who does a great job archiving countless stories and needs donations to keep the site going. 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+