This is part 2 of a work of bisexual fiction. None of the characters ever existed. If you are offended by tales of bisexual activity involving teenagers, please stop reading now.
(Bisexual Athletics)
Hi! To refresh your memory, my name is Charlie Toomey. I am a 16-year-old nationally ranked competitive swimmer living in Orange County, California. Recently I had my first bisexual experience with my swim coach, Romeo, and his Ukranian model wife, Paulina.
Soon after Romeo left our Orange County club swim team for another job, we became integrated for the first time. Not that African Americans, and other races were not welcome, the swim team was now including under-18 girls for the first time, which was fine by me.
Long training had left me little time to find a girlfriend, or that was the excuse that I gave myself. Orange County parents had discovered for some time that swim scholarships for girls were available all over the country. Giving the girls opportunities for elite training and a fresh infusion of cash for the club had made it a win-win situation.
For me, after I found my confidence in Tempe, I had a whole new aura about me, and girls noticed it. Cheryl Caulfield was a pretty 16-year-old, and was blonde like me. She hailed from nearby Mission Viejo and was a natural in the pool. We quickly became boyfriend and girlfriend. Some of the other kids on the team jokingly dubbed us "Barbie and Ken."
I got along well with Cheryl's parents, particularly her mother. She could read me like a book, but she thought that I was basically a nice, polite, and honest boy. She was also a realist. Looking at the two attractive teenagers sitting on her couch, she knew that we would quickly be up to mischief, and she quietly put Cheryl on the pill without discussing it with her husband.
As my parents were rarely home, and I had basically grown up at the swim facility, Cheryl and I... well, we fucked like rabbits. It turned out that Cheryl was the first person in my life that I could tell anything to without fear of being negatively judged. I even confided that even though I loved her with all of my heart, there were times that I was attracted to men and even young boys.
Cheryl was drinking a Diet Coke, and almost spit it out. I thought that revealing my secret might the end of us, but instead she confessed that her first sexual experience had been when she was 14 and she had been willingly seduced by a young mother in the neighborhood. Further, she named some girls on the swim team that she thought were cute. They ranged in age from 12 to 14.
When not training, Cheryl and I sat together in the bleachers. One of our main topics of conversation surrounded the boys and girls on the squad we wished to seduce.
Ultimately, it came down to a young brother and sister pair that we referred to as Hansel and Gretel. Gretel was an attractive slender, blonde 13-year-old. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but Gretel was essentially an 8th grade "mini me" version of Cheryl. They both had similar slender bodies with long legs, had similar coloring, and both wore their blonde hair around the same length. The thought of having both girls in the sack at the same time really turned me on.
Cheryl and I had noticed that Gretel became tongue-tied whenever either of us were around. Could it be possible that she had crushes on both of us? I enjoyed getting her to blush with a simple chuck of the chin or a pat on the head.
Gretel was growing so quickly that her swimsuit no longer fit. Stretched to its limit, Gretel often had to adjust it when her mooseknuckles were protruding.
12-year-old Hansel was another story. Although not very athletic, he was lean and attractive with wavy brown hair. He enjoyed spending his time with his sister and the other girls. Just beginning puberty, it was clear to the eye that something was growing in his little Speedos. Cheryl noted that Hansel had the longest, curliest eyelashes that she had ever seen on a boy.
It seemed very apparent to all that Hansel had a boy crush on me. Several times I had caught him gazing at my muscular pecs or checking out my package in my red Speedos.
But how would Cheryl and I get Hansel and Gretel alone?
The answer arrived when it was announced that the club would participate in a swim meet in the following month with primarily the younger swimmers in Ojai.
I would not be participating in the swim meet. Without trying to sound like a braggart, it was beneath my talent and my national ranking.
As Cheryl would be participating, my parents loaned me one of the family cars and Cheryl and I drove up together... plotting our seductions.
Cheryl would be staying in a room with three other girls and would have little problem getting away for a couple of hours.
I would be sharing a room with my buddy, Brad Sorensen. I knew that I could get rid of him for $50 if I told him that I wanted to hook up with Cheryl.
The younger kids had the early races. Most of the kids from our OC club did well, despite being new to the program. Gretel made it to the finals. She has the type of long, lean body that could make her successful if she was willing to work hard.
Hansel, as usual, was disinterested, and swam because he had to, not because he wanted to.
Finally, Cheryl was the real revelation of the meet. Her hard work had paid off, and she won a backstroke event. We were both elated!
I hugged and kissed her soaking wet body as she stepped out of the pool.
I got a lot of shit from our coaches for that.
With the swim meet over, some families chose to make the 130 mile drive back to Orange County. Others planned to stay another night and have drinks with the other parents and coaches.
A popular bar and grille specializing in margaritas was selected, and suddenly the OC swim kids were free of parental figures for what would surely be several hours.
I "happened" to bump into Hansel and Gretel in the lobby. I congratulated them on their efforts that day, and invited them to watch TV and "play games" in my room.
Brother and sister looked at each other, wondering what went on in a high school boy's room? They eagerly accepted.
Calling Cheryl on my cell phone, I told her that everything was a "go."
Cheryl was already in my bedroom when Hansel and Gretel arrived. Hansel and I were dressed similarly in t-shirts and shorts. Gretel was dressed in a cute, short white pleated skirt and sleeveless top. Cheryl was dressed like a typical 16-year-old California beauty in immaculate white shorts and a baby blue tank top that highlighted her beautiful blonde hair.
The TV was on and there were bottles of Diet Dr. Pepper in the mini fridge. Hansel showed his hand when he snuggled up to me with love (or lust) in his eyes.
Gretel sat demurely next to Cheryl as it started to get dark outside at the non-daylight savings hour of 5:30 p.m.
It was Cheryl who suggested that they play a "sexy game." Gretel balked, but Hansel, at last interested in something, batted his eyelashes and cajoled his big sister to play along.
Cheryl retrieved an empty Dr. Pepper bottle and placed in on the floor.
It was to be a take on Spin the Bottle. Cheryl explained the rules: Everyone would take turns spinning the bottle. If the bottle pointed at you, you had to take off a piece of clothing, even if you spun the bottle and it had pointed at you. After removing a piece of clothing, as consolation you were allowed to kiss the player of your choice.
The first person to become completely naked was allowed to choose a player to get intimate with. Again, Gretel was reluctant, but the other three convinced her that it was all in fun.
Since the boys only had a t-shirt, shorts, and underwear, it was reluctantly agreed by the girls that they would be limited to three pieces of clothing.
Agreeing that their bras were expendable, Cheryl and Gretel hurried to the bathroom to remove the extra piece of clothing. As they took off their tops, Cheryl playfully pinched one of Gretel's nipples. Gretel turned a noticeable shade of crimson.
As Hansel was the youngest, he was allowed to go first. Hansel clapped excitedly as the bottle pointed at me. Rather than removing my t-shirt as expected, I removed my shorts, revealing a tight pair of electric blue bikini underwear that did little to hide my ample package. For a moment the room got very quiet. Per the rules, I leaned over and kissed Cheryl.
Spinning the bottle, it "happened" to land facing Cheryl. She boldly removed her blouse, revealing her impressive 34-B breasts. It was her turn to kiss someone. Expecting Cheryl to return my kiss, she surprised everyone when she rubbed her naked breasts on Gretel's arm before casually slipping the attractive, blonde 13-year-old the tongue.
Cheryl spun the bottle and it pointed at Hansel. Emulating me, he stripped to his tightie-whities.
Bravely, he leaned over and bravely kissed me on the lips. I reached for his crotch and copped a quick feel of his maturing package. He leered, more than smiled back at me. Looking at his sister, she seemed unfazed. The game continued.
Hansel spun, and once again it pointed at Cheryl, who was already topless. She got on her knees and removed her small white shorts. She was now down to just a pair of white cotton bikini panties. Returning to Gretel, Cheryl gave her a passionate kiss and felt up her small breasts.
Spinning the bottle, it finally pointed at Gretel. She quickly whipped her cotton blouse over her head and fondled her own perky 13-year-old tits much to Cheryl's and my pleasure.
And then Cheryl burst out: "Fuck this game! It's taking too long." Lifting Gretel under her arms, Cheryl placed her on the nearest bed. As Gretel was already topless, Cheryl began to voraciously lick and suck Gretel's little A-cup breasts and nipples. Cheryl was acting like a hungry tiger. I had never seen her act like this.
I pulled up a nearby chair to watch, first taking off all of my clothes. Gretel tried to raise her head to look as my engorged manhood was exposed. Even more interested was Hansel, who reached from behind me to stroke my hard cock. As I am a swimmer, I shave by entire body regularly, including my pubic area and ball sack. Hansel seemed surprised that I was as hairless as he was.
I undressed the 12-year-old boy. As I expected, his slender penis was sprouting to an enviable size for a boy his age. I put Hansel's young, naked body on my lap and played with his young cock and balls. I could feel my hard-on pressing again his small rear end.
Cheryl was proving to be insatiable. She had already pulled her younger look-alike's panties off and was devouring Gretel's young, nearly hairless pussy. Gretel was squealing with delight and kicking her legs in the air. Hansel was grinding on my lap as I continued to jack off his hairless adolescent penis. My own hard cock was throbbing in anticipation of penetrating both young siblings.
My hand did its job, and Hansel spuzzed impressively for a boy his age. I wiped the cum from my hands and rubbed it into his pubescent chest and placed him on the bed next to Cheryl and Gretel.
Gretel's lithe body was now positioned between Cheryl's legs, and Cheryl was giving the 13-year-old quick instructions on the missionary position, helping Gretel's pelvic thrusts by pushing her hands against Gretel's small, athletic ass. Both blonde girls couldn't keep their hands off each other as they writhed in unison.
Hansel's naked, hairless body looked adorable as I picked him up and placed him on the bed next to the girls. His young cock was already rallying, and soon it stood like a small flagpole as he laid on his back in anticipation.
Kneeling over the boy, he needed no encouragement as he reached for my cock. Gretel, still pumping at Cheryl, reached over to gently massage my smooth, shaven ball sack.
Hansel gave a few strokes before taking the head of my cock into his mouth. Hansel, energetically, if inexpertly, proceeded to suck and lick as if my cock was his first ice cream cone.
With Hansel's mouth on my dick, and Gretel massaging my balls, I shot my wad into the mouth of the 12-year-old boy, much to his grinning satisfaction. With my index finger I wiped away a small bead of cum. I then pinched his boy-nipples playfully.
Still on my knees, I reached over and repeatedly ran my hands between Gretel's butt cheeks and down to her tight, blonde pussy. Cheryl still had the 13-year-old's butt cheeks in her grip as she continued to push the youngster into her eager pelvis. Feint slapping sounds could be heard as Gretel increased her tribbing speed.
Hansel had no interest in Cheryl and looked slightly disappointed when I turned my attention to the two naked blonde girls. I gave Hansel a look indicating that I was far from being done with him that evening. He smiled as he rubbed his erect boy cock.
I kissed both girls and asked Cheryl to make room for me to join them. Cheryl slid backwards until her back was resting on the headboard. Cheryl spread her slender legs, inserted a finger in her pussy, and encouraged Gretel to return the favor of cunnilingus on her waiting 16-year-old pussy.
Gretel stuck her tongue out and cautiously approached Cheryl's carefully trimmed vagina. A tentative lick led to more as the 13-year-old was soon fully engaged. Gretel was on her knees servicing Cheryl, her small athletic butt pointed upwards.
I positioned myself behind the 8th grader and slightly parted her legs. She jumped slightly as my eager tongue penetrated her pink pussy from behind. Undeterred, she continued eating out Cheryl.
My tongue was rapacious as I hungrily alternated between Gretel's virgin pussy and pink rosebud. Gretel gave a low moan as I probed ever deeper into each orifice with my ravenous tongue.
Feeling that the young girl was sufficiently wet, I gently as possible inserted my rock-hard penis into her pussy. Like most virgins, the initial insertion was painful for Gretel, but it soon became more pleasurable with each short, measured thrust.
Leaning into the blonde 13-year-old, I grasped her small breasts for balance. Cheryl repositioned herself off of the headboard and was soon thrusting her busy tongue in the young girl's mouth.
Hansel seemed fascinated by the pain and pleasure exhibited by his older sister and continued to diddle himself without actively participating.
Without a condom, and assuming that Gretel was not on the pill, I withdrew my cock and did the ungentlemanly act of coming on Gretel's back. Feeling ashamed, I quickly ran to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean her back. Hansel laughed as my large cock swayed back and forth as I ran to and from the bathroom.
Looking at Hansel, I motioned for him to get off of the bed. He did so obligingly, and I placed him upright with his back to the bedroom wall. Both girls were resting on the bed as I got onto my knees and began to give Hansel a much-awaited blow job.
His thin, young legs twitched as I took his full member into my mouth and stroked his tight ball sack. I then began to caress his hairless, naked body and pubic area with my hands. Cupping his tight, young buttocks, it wasn't long before the inexperienced 12-year-old shot his load, pulling my short, blonde hair as he came. I had only previously had sex with one other male, my adult swim coach. Hansel's boy-juice somehow tasted sweeter than that which I had previously experienced.
Still on my knees, I jacked Hansel's thin, 4" penis until he was milked to a flaccid state and breathing heavily. Spinning the boy around until he was pressed against the wall, I began to caress his young legs and small, tightly clenched butt cheeks.
Parting his butt cheeks with my much stronger hands, Hansel gasped as I began to lubricate his virgin anus with my probing tongue. Suddenly realizing Hansel's tender age, I sought his permission before performing that act of sodomy that I was longing for.
"Is it O.K. with you?" I asked the trembling boy. Knowing what I had in mind, he could only nod his acquiesce. His sphincter tightened against my exploring, wet index finger, and I stood up to get into position behind him.
Looking towards the bed I saw that the two girls were profoundly interested in what Hansel, and I were up to. Gretel was seated between Cheryl's legs. One of Cheryl's hands was clasping one of Gretel's A-cup breasts, while with her other hand Cheryl was two fingers deep mining for gold in Gretel's young, nearly hairless, 13-year-old pussy. They were both looking on intently as I prepared to penetrate the young boy.
Placing my hands on his skinny, boyish chest for balance, I pressed my throbbing penis against Hansel's clenched but cheeks. Despite the resistance, I pressed forward. Hansel let out a small, involuntary scream as my large cock speared his pink, virgin anus.
I continued to penetrate deeper, slowly at first, as I pressed the 12-year-old boy against the hotel wall. My thrusts began to increase in tempo, eventually serving as a battering ram against my willing young lover. My balls slapped noisily against his smooth, young ass.
Looking to my side, Cheryl was mimicking the timing of my strokes by slamming her fingers into Gretel's pussy.
I shot my load inside the boy and held him up under his arms as he nearly collapsed. Cheryl stepped off of the bed and finished Hansel off with a blow job, while i played with Gretel's small breasts and she rubbed my weakening cock. I looked at Gretel and I imagined Cheryl at a similar age.
Looking at the clock, we realized that the parents and coaches would soon be returning from the bar and grille. Hansel and Gretel quickly showered. They made sure not to get their hair wet as it might lead to unwanted questions.
As the siblings left the room, Cheryl and I made love into the night.
End of Part 2.
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