An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life

Prologue

The protagonist begins this story at 16, and while he’s a genuinely nice guy, he acts like a 16-year-old. No, he’s not wise beyond his years, so don’t be surprised when he makes some moronic decisions that may hurt the people he loves.

This story includes teenager-to-teenager sex, adult sex with a teenager, sibling incest, lesbianism, anal, group sex, and cheating. If any of that bothers you, find another story to read.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!”

“Shh, Abbie. Relax or you’re going to hyperventilate,” I soothed the 16-year-old brunette girl currently skewered on my big dick.

“I just can’t believe it’s all in me!” Abigail Sanders gasped and squeezed the hand of her twin sister, Allison. “He’s in me Allie!”

Allie just looked down at her sister’s crotch with wide eyes. “I can’t believe it’s all in you either, Abbie. I never thought it would fit.”

“Well it does fit,” I chuckled as I pulled my cock out a couple inches and then slowly pushed it back in to the hilt. The girls’ enthusiasm was contagious.

“Ooohhh…” Abbie sighed. “That was nice. Do it again!”

This time I pulled back until just my mushroom head was still inside Abbie’s once-virgin pussy. And then I slowly pushed forward again, burrowing my way past the tight constriction of her tunnel, which wasn’t used to being stretched in this manner.

“Ohmigod!” Abbie exclaimed.

“That’s so cool!” Allie cheered.

I stopped again when I was fully buried, then bent down to tenderly kiss Abbie’s lips. She moaned at my touch and released her sister to bring both hands to the back of my head, holding me tightly to her while her tongue came out to play. It felt so good kissing her that for a second my elbows wobbled where I was holding my torso up, preventing myself from crushing the girl beneath me.

When I pulled my head back, Abbie still had her eyes closed and she whispered rapturously, “So this is what all the fuss is about…”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“It feels so… intimate. You’re so warm and so close to me. You’re… you’re INSIDE me!” Her eyes opened and golden brown shone out.

I chuckled. “You still haven’t even had the best part. Are you ready to fuck?”

“Ooh, fuck me, Ben!” Abbie cheered.

“Yeah, fuck her, Ben!” Allie agreed.

I pulled back then, almost all the way out. And this time when I pushed in, it wasn’t slowly. With a firm grip on Abbie’s hips, I rammed my pelvis forward and thrust so hard into the young girl’s pussy that it literally took her breath away.

“Ugh!” Abbie grunted and threw her head back, her jaw flapping around as she gasped for air. And by the time she managed to take a deep breath, I’d already pulled back and thrust forward, knocking the breath out of her once again.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” Abbie started grunting while I pistoned my thick cock in and out of her tight tunnel. Her lips were quivering and her eyes were rolling around while I really began pounding myself into her. The young teen regained the ironclad grip on her sister’s hand, and she began moaning ecstatically as I overloaded her senses.

But after a couple of minutes, Abbie started to get used to the sensations. She got control of her breathing and her body visibly relaxed. And presently she was able to turn her head to the side and gasp to her twin sister, “He’s fucking me, Allie. Ben’s fucking me! And it feels sooo good!”

Allie just beamed, knowing her turn was next.

I started to tire from the rapid in and out thrusting, so I left my dick fully embedded inside Abbie and switched to a circular motion, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit and carving my way around her pussy to help loosen it up. Abbie reacted immediately with a fresh batch of moans, and she began whimpering happily at the feelings I was causing in her.

I pushed up on my arms, elevating my torso so that I could get a better view of the pretty girl laying supine beneath me. Abigail Sanders was typical of the cute Junior-class girls I hung out with. She wasn’t a cheerleader and she wasn’t one of the most gorgeous girls at school. But she was attractive enough and I had to admit, I’d been pleasantly surprised by her naked body.

Abbie was more developed than I’d thought, her breasts healthy mounds that sagged just a bit to the sides as she lay on her back. Her pale pink areolas were centered by eraser-sized nipples, and both globes jiggled enticingly with my every thrust. I just had to taste them, so I ducked my head and took a few licks and sucks at each tit before moving back up to refocus on getting the young girl off. I wanted to spurt, but if there was anything my first lover had taught me about sex, it was that I couldn’t cum until after I’d made sure the girl was satisfied.

Producing female orgasms was easy to do with the woman who’d taught me how to make love. I knew all of her buttons and pleasure centers so that I could play her like a finely-tuned instrument. But the Sanders twins were unknowns to me, so I had to experiment a bit.

For example, Abbie’s nipples were more sensitive. I couldn’t just maul them like I really wanted to, so I had to be more patient in the way I nursed at the young girl’s teats. She was also a lot tighter, and while she enjoyed the hard thrusting well enough, the slender brunette teen definitely liked my rotating motions much better.

I was used to the experimentation now. Every girl was different, and Abbie was the fourth Junior-class girl I’d had this year, not to mention my exploits outside of the school’s population… or that Spring Break with the cheerleaders… or those Senior-class chicks the past couple months… Heck, I was pretty sure Allie would be a little different when I took her virginity in another twenty minutes or so, even though the two were identical twins. So I paid attention to Abbie’s moaning and I watched her face carefully while I fucked her. My teacher had told me the most important rule: make the girl happy and she’ll keep coming back for more.

Soon enough, I’d driven Abbie to the precipice of her first coital orgasm. And when I leaned down to her ear and husked, “Cum for me, Abigail,” I ground my pelvis against her clit and pushed her over the edge.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” Abbie screamed as she came. Her feet planted onto the bed and she thrust her hips off the mattress. Her right arm was clasping me tightly to her chest while she squeezed her sister’s hand with her left. And as I felt the rippling of her pussy muscles start to calm down, I slammed my hips forward a final time and joined her.

Abbie’s eyes were wild as she began to return to Earth from her climax. She blinked rapidly and then a sharp gasp interrupted her labored panting. “Ohhh… I can feel it, Allie. I can feel him cumming inside me. It’s so warm…”

My ab muscles tensed again and I spat another glob of semen into Abigail Sanders’ no longer virgin pussy. And as my final dry heaves passed, I let the percolating glow of orgasm wash over me. I absolutely loved this feeling. I loved the feel of her warm body crushed beneath my chest. I loved the rapid cooling sensation on my hot, sweaty back. And I loved the simply radiant expression on Abbie’s face as she looked at me adoringly.

Still squeezing Allie with her left hand, Abbie brought her right up to touch my face and stroke my cheek. I bent to give her a tender kiss, and then slowly I backed my still stiff rod out of her sodden pussy and flopped onto my back beside her.

Together, we panted for air and stared at the ceiling to fondly recall our lovemaking session.

But Allison Sanders was getting impatient. “Aww, you’re going soft!”

“Just gimme a minute, Allie.”

“I don’t know if I can wait a minute!” she whined. “Can’t you go faster?”

I chuckled. “Well… if you help me…”

Allie giggled. “How?”

After a brief discussion that included the encouragement of her well-fucked older-by-two-minutes twin, Allie was soon bent over my lap slurping on my half-hard cock while I played with her titties.

Five minutes after that, in almost the exact same voice as her sister, Allie gasped, “He’s in me, Abbie! He’s in me!”

I began to stroke my cock in and out of my second virgin twin of the last half-hour. And as I looked down at the rapturous expression on Allie’s face, I smiled and began to experiment. By the time I was done, I fully intended to have another happy girl who would keep coming back for more.

Things were not always this way.

Up until last year, I was just another virgin teenage boy still dreaming about seeing a live, beautiful woman in the nude. Back then, there were only two types of girls in the world: those too scared to move past first base with me, and those who just plain won’t even GET to first base with me.

It wasn’t really my fault. I was a late bloomer. When I turned fifteen I was still 5’2”, not exactly a height most girls saw as boyfriend-material, let alone fuck-material. I had a good sense of humor and I wasn’t shy around the girls, but at my size and with my harmless-looking face, I was considered the “safe” guy to be around. And no girl ever wants to have sex with the “safe” guy. Not even the “nice” girls. Even the nice girls want the bad boys. That’s just High School.

I mean, there were a few girls who wanted to date me. I secretly knew they wanted the bad boys, but they were very shy themselves, usually because they were the plainer-looking girls or late-developers like me. And because of their shyness, they were REALLY slow-moving when it came to physical relationships.

The brief dates I went on while a freshman didn’t really count. I didn’t even get to kiss the girls. Learning how to kiss didn’t come until that summer, where I got a lot of practice and got pretty good at it. But that’s a story for a little later.

Then at the beginning of Sophomore year, Cassidy O’Leary was really nice to me and we dated for almost three weeks. It took two of those weeks before she’d let me practice my newly-learned kissing on her.

Now I wasn’t actually a nice guy. I was a walking hormone and I wanted to fuck every pretty girl in sight. But the moment I tried going for some boob, she pushed my hand away and pleaded with me not to rape her.

Well, my “safe” reputation had been the only thing getting me these dates in the first place, so I did my usual “Sorry, I’m just a guy” apology, blaming my actions on teenaged male hormones, and she eventually let me put my tongue in her mouth, even if I couldn’t cop a feel of her tits.

Then, when Cassidy finally decided she was ready to move past first base, she began crushing on one of the basketball players and broke up with me to try and land him instead.

I didn’t complain. Three days later, Megan Kwan, one of her best friends, asked me out. I didn’t get any farther with her either. After the end of our second date, Megan let me kiss her. But there was no third date because she decided she wasn’t ready to have a boyfriend yet and Megan and I went back to being friends.

As for the girls who I KNEW would go farther? Well, most guys in the school knew they would go farther as well. And those guys were all taller than me. So I wasn’t even ON those girls’ radar. I had a snowball’s chance in hell of getting laid with one of them.

Now if there’s one good thing about being the “safe” guy, it was that none of the girls were afraid to be around me. I had a disproportionate number of female friends, and I became a VERY, VERY good listener. I learned a lot about what girls wanted and what frightened them and the things a guy needed to say to make her feel more comfortable.

I hoped my listening would all pay off someday. And when my growth spurt finally hit in the second half of Sophomore Year, it finally did.