My Cousin's Recommendation

Murray, 18, has a 14-year-old cousin who says sexy classmate Petra will have sex with any boy. Murray arranges a date with Petra for himself--and two buddies!

Part One

My name is Murray Selby. In the spring of 1972, I was an 18-year-old high school senior. I was probably typical of my age and gender in that I spent a substantial amount of my waking hours thinking about females and sex. At least I figured I was normal because my closest friends all shared that same obsession. My two best buddies were Joseph Simons and Allen Percival, who were by coincidence, both in my home room at school because our surnames were close together alphabetically. None of us had a steady girlfriend—but we all had seemingly insatiable appetites for sex. Without too much trouble, we were all frequently successful on a regular basis in coercing girls our age and younger to have meaningless sexual encounters with us. The late 1960s and early 1970s were not a time for chastity—at least among the students at my high school. What a time we had! It was great fun!

I had a younger cousin who I saw reasonably often. His name was Jake Braxton. I was four years his senior. His mother was my mother’s sister. Jake lived in the same suburban city that I did, although his home was a 20-minute drive away from mine. Because my mother and her sister were quite close, our families often shared Sunday dinners. We typically alternated the venue: one Sunday it was at my house; the next Sunday the meal was where my aunt, uncle and cousins lived.

During those enjoyable Sunday visits, Jake and I often had long, private conversations about sexual matters beginning when he was about 12 years old and I was an older and wiser 16-year-old. From what I gathered, puberty struck him young and hard. It seemed the only subject Jake wanted to discuss with me was the opposite sex and how to get girls into bed with him regularly.

Just two weeks past his twelfth birthday, Jake quietly bragged to me that he had bedded a comely girl in his sixth-grade class named Mandy Milner who wasn’t especially bright. He excitedly informed me that he had “done everything” with Mandy including full sexual intercourse. He was especially proud that he had timed his ejaculation so well that he had pulled out just a few seconds before experiencing an orgasm. Jake thanked me for giving him that rather basic piece of advice a couple of weeks before he employed it. Not only was Jake pleased that he had avoided impregnating his bedmates, but because he could observe how sizable his cum shot was and how sexy it looked splattered on Mandy’s stomach. Jake was apparently 12 going on 20—and I told him so. By the time Jake was 14, if his many exploits of sexual feats were to be believed, he was doing far better in his love life than I or any of my much older classmates were.

At one Sunday dinner, Jake took me aside and told me he recently had the greatest sexual experience of his life with a 14-year-old girl named Petra who was new to his middle school. According to Jake, Petra just loved having sex with any boy willing to drop his drawers and perform. Better yet, Petra possessed a fine figure, too! “She’s definitely in the top five girls at my school in the boob department,” he told me. “She has an excellent rack.”

“I’m envious!” I told him truthfully.

Jake surprised me by stating, “You don’t have to be envious, Murray. You can have a romp with Petra just about any time you want—and so can your friends! Honestly, Petra doesn’t care at all whom she fucks or how often! She’s screwed at least a dozen of the eighth-grade boys at my school already—and those are just the ones I know about.”

I could have taken that remark as a subtle insult, but I knew Jake didn’t mean it to be received negatively by me.

I responded, "I have to tell you something, Jake: This girl Petra sounds very enticing to me. Some of the best screws I've had in my life so far were with 14-year-old girls. I wasn't necessarily 14 at the time, either," I added with a chuckle. Then it occurred to me to ask a basic question: "Jake, is this girl some kind of a pro?"

Jake replied, "Murray, if you are asking me if Petra is a hooker, the answer is definitely no. Having sex with her doesn't cost a dime. All you have to do is be kind to Petra and she will be very eager to be nice to you, too...and I mean really nice! I think Petra just enjoys male company...a lot!"

When I said I'd be interested in meeting this very compliant young gal, Jake grabbed a notepad. He conveniently had Petra's phone number memorized, so he wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to me for future use. He included Petra's surname, too. It was Cilic, clearly an eastern European name. I figured if this girl was actually as advertised, she could be enjoyed by me and Joseph and Allen—perhaps all three of us simultaneously! I imagined that could be a lot of fun!

Part Two

I spoke to my two home room buddies about Petra as soon as I saw them on Monday morning. Of course, they too were interested in having a meaningless, recreational screw with a willing and busty 14-year-old girl, but they were a skeptical duo. I could hardly blame them. My cousin wasn’t a liar, but Petra sounded too good to be true. Still, we decided to find out for ourselves.

We agreed to stick around the high school for at least half an hour after the final bell in order to allow for Petra to get home from her school to answer the phone at her house. (High school students in my city always were dismissed ahead of the middle school pupils.) To pass the time, we three hung out in our school's library for about 40 minutes doing our homework. I'd often done this before as had Joseph, but using the school library for a homework venue was a new experience for Allen, who, to put it charitably, would not be attending an Ivy League university in September. When enough time had elapsed, we then moved together to the public telephone located near the school's office to place a call to the famous Miss Petra Cilic. I volunteered to make the call because she apparently knew my cousin very intimately.

"What will you say if she's not home and her mother or father answers the phone instead?" Joseph asked me with concern in his voice. "You can hardly leave a message for Petra with either one of them asking for a fuck."

"I guess I'll just say, 'Sorry, wrong number!'" I suggested. Both Joseph and Allen nodded their approval of that rather obvious escape plan.

I picked up the receiver, inserted a coin into the slot, and dialed Petra's number. A female picked up on the second ring and said hello to me.

"Hi, is this Petra Cilic?" I asked her. When I got an affirmative answer, I gave my two friends the thumbs-up signal.

I began, "Hello, Petra, my name is Murray Selby. I go to Stone Ridge High School. You don't know me, but I believe you know my cousin, Jake Braxton. I believe he goes to your school. He might even be in your class."

"Oh, yes, I know Jake," Petra confirmed. "He's a fun boy in my class. I haven't been at my new school for very long, but Jake and I have already had some good times together."

"Uh, yes...that's what I gathered," I said. I then continued, “Jake suggested I call you because he praised you. He says you are a fun girl to be around. I’m with two of my high school friends. All three of us would like to get together with you sometime soon.”

“Oh! I like high school boys!” Petra exclaimed. “Having three high school boys all at once sounds like a fun time to me!” Petra said enthusiastically.

I hadn’t really discussed any sort of group activities with Petra amongst my two buddies, but I took the liberty of saying to this liberal-minded girl that we would absolutely be in favor of such a cozy get-together.

“Here’s an idea,” Petra suggested. “On Saturday, if you three treat me to a dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant, afterwards we can get together and have plenty of fun if you can figure out a place we can all go to do that.”

“Would going to a motel be fine?” I helpfully suggested.

Petra was more than agreeable. “If one of you has a car…sure!” she said.

I found out her address, what her favorite restaurant was, and the location of the nearest motel that rented rooms by the hour. We were in business—and quite pleased about it, too! Joseph gushed, “You know what, guys? Petra could be the ugliest girl on the planet and this will still be great fun for us!” There was no disagreement about that amongst Allen and me. Our date with Petra was five days away—and all three of us could hardly wait. We did make some tentative plans, however, for what we’d do with Petra and how we’d do it when we got to the motel for our shared carnal pleasures.

Part Three

When Saturday finally arrived, I made plans to pick up Petra at her house without my two friends being in the car. (I let Petra know this via another phone call.) I figured I might run into resistance from one or both of her parents for being an 18-year-old who was dating their 14-year-old daughter, never mind three high school seniors sharing her. However, the obvious age difference seemed to be a non-issue for both of them.

I knew Petra had a fine figure based on what Jake told me six days earlier, but I was pleasantly surprised by how genuinely pretty she was. She was about 5’4”. She had a head of curly brown hair that dropped to her shoulders, and a very cute face with a slightly turned-up nose. I felt compelled to say, “Jeez, you’re a very attractive girl, Petra—in case no one has ever told you that before.”

“Thanks for saying so, Murray,” she politely replied before changing the subject. “My parents don’t care that you’re 18 years old. They are very open-minded about things like that. My father is eight years older than my mother. He was screwing her when he was 21. Do the math.”

I did the math and got the picture. Then, purely out of curiosity, I asked, “So your parents know you are sexually active and are both okay with it?”

“Oh, yeah!” Petra confirmed. “How can they complain about my behavior when my mother was regularly fucking older boys when she was younger than I am now?”

I couldn’t argue with that logic—and I didn’t want to. I informed Petra that Allen and Joseph would be waiting for us at the Italian restaurant she had personally chosen—and then we had reservations at a cheap motel located along the highway just outside of town. However, I left out the adjective “cheap”.

At the restaurant I could tell that my two home room colleagues were as pleased with Petra’s good looks as I had been. Petra regaled us with tales of her plentiful sexual feats since she had arrived at my cousin’s middle school. By her estimation, she had fucked either 17 or 18 different boys; she had lost count of the total. She amusingly told me that Jake wasn’t especially well-endowed where it counted, but he made up for that shortcoming with both enthusiasm and overall stamina.

I asked Petra, “Should I tell Jake you said that to me or not?”

“I don’t care either way,” she opined. Then she focused on the present situation. “I’m just getting excited thinking about screwing you three guys tonight. You’re all very nice high school boys. I think we’ll have lots of fun. I hope that motel room has a big bed to accommodate all four of us!”

We had no difficulty obtaining our motel room because I had booked it in advance. I had secured it for three hours, from 8 to 11 o’clock. Such a long session was perhaps a little bit hopeful of me, but I figured all four of us were young and healthy. I was handed a key. We made our way to Room #23. Personally, I had trouble refraining from sprinting there.

When we got inside the room, the bed was actually a decent size. Petra asked the three of us, “Okay, guys…how are we going to do this? In shifts or all at once?”

“All at once!” we answered in unison, after which we laughed. I acted as our spokesman and expanded our answer to let Petra know exactly what we had in mind.

“No one will be sitting out,” I explained. “We’ve put a lot of thought into this since Monday, Petra. You will occupy the center of the bed. One of us will be fucking your pussy, one of us will be fondling your tits, and one of us will have his dick in your mouth. Then we’ll switch our positions every few minutes. Are you okay with that plan, Petra?”

“Wow, you three guys have put plenty of thought into this!” Petra noted.

“Can you blame us for that?” Allen asked rhetorically. “This is going to be hot stuff!”

Petra smiled sexily and said, “Alright. Let’s see how it works out!” Then she began to disrobe. My two colleagues began undressing too, but I stayed clothed to watch Petra remove one garment after the other. Jake had been totally right in his description of Petra! Her figure really was appealing. She probably had the most alluring set of breasts I’d ever seen on any female regardless of her age. To me, they were perfection. She had shaved her pussy, too. At least I assumed she had done that because there wasn’t a single hair on it. After getting the full picture, I disrobed soon afterward as Petra was the first to climb aboard the bed.

The three of us had even agreed beforehand who’d get which part of Petra’s physique first and how we’d eventually rotate our positions. I had wanted to have the first go with Petra’s tits based on Jake’s positive scouting report—and I was especially glad I had chosen that part of her anatomy after scrutinizing them. I immediately positioned myself beside her and began playing with her firm boobs and sucking enthusiastically on her nipples. Allen, meanwhile, sporting the largest erection in the room, was putting it to work by ramming it into Petra’s vagina and making a lot of noise while doing so. Joseph was kneeling at the top of the bed and was happily enjoying a blowjob from our sexy and very compliant hostess. All three of us had broad smiles on our faces. I’m sure we all figured life couldn’t get much better than this!

After I’d sucked on Petra’s stiff nipples to my heart’s content, I straddled her to deliver a titty-fuck. I instructed Petra—who had her mouth full of Joseph’s rod and couldn’t reply—to squeeze her perky boobs together so there would be an excellent sensation surrounding my dick. She did so without question. Petra was quite the girl! I thrusted my stiff manhood back and forth on her chest for two minutes before I yelled, “Okay, guys…it’s time to switch places now!” I moved upward to Petra’s mouth. Allen, quite reluctantly, pulled his dick out of Petra’s pussy and slid it between her tits. Joseph now got to experience the warmth and delightful feeling of Petra’s 14-year-old, shaved vagina.

I learned very quickly that Petra was quite skilled in the feminine art of fellatio. She put both her tongue and her lips to work to give me the ultimate oral pleasure. When she tickled the tip of my penis with her tongue, I almost lost control. I had volunteered to be the unofficial timekeeper, but I was going by instinct alone; I did not stare at the clock on the wall. I made a second reasonable guess and announced it was once again time to rotate and assume our third positions on this wonderful girl. Finally, I would get to fuck Petra’s pretty pussy!

I wasted no time in kneeling between Petra’s legs and shoving my erect phallus into her most private bodily part. Like Allen, I found it was necessary to moan my approval. (Meanwhile, Allen was moaning with delight from Petra stimulating his rod with her mouth while Joseph seemed to prefer sucking Petra’s tits over fucking them. I could find no fault in that.)

Our optimistic plan had been for all three of us horny males to ejaculate on Petra simultaneously after sampling her charms from all three positions. That wasn’t going to happen. Allen lost the ability to control himself first. He came partially in Petra’s mouth. When she began to gag on his semen, he pulled out and fired two more substantial blasts onto her face. That sight seemed to set Joseph off. He pulled his mouth off Petra’s left breast, put his erection on it and delivered his own cum shot. For the first time since our romp began, Joseph was verbal in his approval, uttering a contended ““Aah!” as his jism covered most of Petra’s torso.

I didn’t hold out much longer myself. I felt a strong stirring in my balls, so I pulled my dick out of Petra’s vagina and fired my load in the area of her navel. “Oh, wow!” I exclaimed because I could find no other eloquent way to express my happiness.

Petra Cilic, age 14, had sexually satisfied three high school seniors—and had done so quite easily. Allen had the idea of scooping some of his semen with his fingers and feeding it to the prone Petra. She didn’t seem to mind; in fact, it looked like she enjoyed swallowing his cum. This inspired Joseph and I to do the exact same thing. For some reason, this greatly amused Joseph and he began to laugh at the sight. I took it quite seriously though, as I wanted Petra to enjoy every last drop of my warm and thick goo.

Petra rose from the bed to take a cleansing shower. While she was briefly away from us, we congratulated each other on executing our sexual plan with this libertine almost to perfection. All of us eventually took individual showers. Then we joined Petra back on the bed. After all, we had only used 30 minutes of our three-hour room rental.

I suggested to Petra that since she had been so accommodating to us, that she should dictate how we should spend the remaining 150 minutes we still had in Room #23. Honestly, if she said she wanted to play charades for the next 2.5 hours, I would not have minded because taking part in that foursome with Petra was easily the highlight of my sexual life. To my delight, she told us we could continue to fondle her bodily treasures as we saw fit. Accordingly, the three of us basically resumed where we had left off.

I moved back to where I had begun the evening’s activities: fondling Petra’s fabulous breasts. Allen surprisingly preferred getting another blowjob over fucking, and Joseph was more than happy to have a second chance at drilling Petra’s pussy. We stayed put; there was no switching this time. The three of us males all ejaculated a second time. Our orgasms were staggered. To my surprise, I came first this time and fired what was left in my balls across Petra’s tits. Petra’s oral skills caused Allen to come about eight minutes after I did. Most of his ejaculate ended up in Petra’s brunette curls. Perhaps seven minutes after Allen fired his second load of the night, Joseph came darn close to launching a small wad of sperm into Petra’s vagina, but he pulled out in time to come in the same spot near her navel where I had. There wasn’t much to Joseph’s orgasm though—a barely visible small dribble of liquid. Males being males, of course, Allen and I gently teased him about it.

“It’s all about quality not quantity!” Joseph insisted good-naturedly. “Of course, it was obvious that my first come shot was the best of anyone’s.” Allen and I both heartily disagreed and playfully threw pillows at our misinformed and mistaken buddy.

With the males in the group physically drained, we all checked out of the motel room an hour earlier than planned. Amazingly, the desk clerk gave me a credit for the unused hour because he had someone else wanting Room #23 after we left. (Apparently, it was some fellow’s personal “lucky room”—and now the clerk could give it to him without turning him away!) Of course, he had to wait for the night maid to change the linen on the bed that desperately needed changing.

Petra had obviously enjoyed the experience of being a cum dumpster for three horny high school boys she had only known for a few hours. As we were walking to my car, she enthusiastically said, “Hey, it’s great that you have an hour’s credit for this motel, Murray. Let’s come back here again next Saturday night and use it. That was certainly a lot of fun! Don’t you all agree?”