The Naughty Girls
Copyright© 2025 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 4: A Discovery at the Dump
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: A Discovery at the Dump - When I was young, my family moved yet again, something I had grown accustomed to. I was just getting settled into our new neighborhood when I met the Naughton sisters, also known as the Naughty Girls. Over the next few months, I discovered that although their nickname had started innocently enough as a teacher's joke, as they had grown older, it became more of a dare, something they were trying to live up to.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Fiction First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex
After that amazing day, things didn’t go quite like I thought they would. After our intimate afternoon, I was sure Rose and I were more than just friends. I wanted us to be goofy-eyed teenagers in love, like in a rom-com. Rose didn’t see it like that. To her, I was just a guy who was a good math tutor and who she enjoyed having sex with. We didn’t go on dates, and we didn’t hold hands at the bus stop or in school, but at least once a week, she would come over after school so we could “study” together. We didn’t have sex every time, but there was still a lot of semen spilled in my bedroom. And her grades in math did improve. I guess these days I would call her my friend with benefits.
The most surprising thing was that Lily didn’t seem to be jealous of our relationship. When I mentioned that to Rose one day as we were cuddling on my bed, she told me that her little sister was too busy having fun with boys to worry about us. “Lily got her cherry popped about a month ago, and since then the boys have been gathering around her like ... like...”
“Bees around a blossom?” I offered.
Rose giggled and said, “I was going to say bears around, honey, but I guess bees are better, with their little stingers.”
“How did it happen?”
“She was at Roger Wilson’s house. They were just kissing and fooling around. You know how Lily is. Then Roger asked her to jack him off, so she said okay. According to her, that was all she thought would happen, but the next thing she knew, he was on top of her with his hard dick rubbing against her vag, so she just kinda decided it was the right place and right time. She pushed her shorts and panties down and ... boom, it was over. She said he barely got it in far enough to do the job before he shot his load. Most of it ended up on her stomach because he tried to pull out.”
“Sounds familiar,” I laughed, “but most of my stuff ended up on her chest.”
“She never told me that part,” Rose said.
Since we were already talking about ejaculation, it seemed like the right time to ask Rose something that had been on my mind a lot. “Why aren’t you and Lily afraid of getting pregnant?”
Oh,” Rose laughed, “so now you’re worried about that? After you’ve dumped a gallon or so of your manseed inside me?”
“A gallon seems like an exaggeration. And ... manseed? Geez, you make it sound gross.”
She sighed and said, “This is supposed to be a secret, but I guess I can trust you. Lily and I have been on birth control for a few months now.”
“Aren’t you kinda...?”
“Young?” she said. “Yeah. The doctor our mother took us to thought so, but Mom was insistent. She got knocked up when she was fourteen and had to have an abortion. She didn’t want that to happen to either one of us, and she knows we are kinda wild.”
“And naughty,” I added.
Since Rose seemed to be in a sharing mood that day, I asked her about something else that I had been curious about. “You and Lily don’t look like sisters. I’ve met your mother, and neither one of you looks like her either.”
“We’re both adopted,” Rose said. “This is where my life starts to sound like a soap opera. My parents were killed in a car wreck when I was five, and the only relatives who could take me were my Aunt Carol and her husband George. That’s how they became my parents.”
“What’s Lily’s story?”
“Lily’s mom, her birth mother, was raising her alone when she got sick with pancreatic cancer. She was a friend of my mom, and when it began to look like she wouldn’t make it, she asked Carol if she would take care of Lily. So, we’re non-biological sisters, but I love Lily like she was the real thing.”
“What happened to Lily’s father?”
“All I know is that the shithead split when Lily was still a baby, and nobody knows where he went.”
My dad was happy that I was serious about trying out for the track team. He would have preferred to see me in pads and a helmet, but we both knew that I wasn’t cut out for that violent sport. When he saw me jogging with Rose one morning, he brought it up at dinner that night, in his typical oh-by-the-way style.
“John’s been running in the morning with his girlfriend,” he told my mother. “She’s cute.”
Mom looked at me and asked, “You have a girlfriend?”
I was tempted to tell her, ‘Yeah, Mom, and those are semen stains you might have seen on my sheets.’ Of course, I didn’t. Instead, what I said was, “Rose isn’t my girlfriend. She’s just somebody I met when we moved here. She’s gonna try out for the cross-country team, and we decided to work out together.”
Dad looked at me with a sly grin. “It’s all right, son. I had two girlfriends when I was your age.”
I resisted telling him that I did too. Dad seemed to be happy that, despite my denial, I had a girlfriend, and Mom said it was lovely. I wondered what she would have thought if she could have seen us rutting like rabbits in my bed. Just the thought of it made me almost laugh out loud.
In late October, just a few days before Halloween, we had a day off from school due to a teacher workday. Rose called and asked if I was alone, and if I was, could she and Lily come over. “Sure,” I said, “Dad’s out of town with the team, and Mom is working all day.”
“Good,” she said. “We have something we want to share with you.” That was enigmatic enough to spark my interest.
It was a cool, rainy day. Spending it with both girls sounded like a great idea. I even allowed myself to imagine us cuddling in my bed, just reading and talking, like ten-year-olds. Okay, maybe I was imagining more than just that, and with my naughty friends, almost anything was possible, but I had no idea what was coming.
I hadn’t had much contact with Lily for a while. Even though my feelings for Rose were growing stronger, I still felt like Lily and I had unfinished business, especially now that I knew she was on the pill. I wanted to shoot my seed somewhere other than just on her chest. Yeah, bad me.
When they arrived, I thought we would go to my room to hang out like I had hoped, but instead they headed for our living room. Lily had brought her backpack, and she placed it on the floor next to the sofa that faced the TV, then sat down. “Come sit with me,” she said, making it sound like an order. “We wanna talk to you.”
From her tone, very serious for the normally goofy Lily, I wondered if I was in trouble. Maybe the jealousy I had feared from her when Rose became my favorite was surfacing. Rose sat down on the other end of the sofa, smiled at me, and patted the middle cushion. That left me even more confused. Why were we in the living room, and not in my bedroom?
“That works, right?” Rose asked, pointing at the VCR under our TV. It was still kind of rare for people to have one in their homes in those days. My parents had excused the expense so that my dad could watch football videos and I could watch educational videos. We had a few movies, but not many. They were just too expensive.
“What’s going on?” I asked. I was growing more frustrated. My dreams of snuggling up with my two favorite girls seemed to be disappearing, like dew on a warm summer morning. There didn’t seem to be any reason for us to still be in the living room, unless they wanted to watch some soap operas or old football games.
Lily was leaning back, looking more relaxed now. “Have a seat, Johnny. We’ve got a surprise for you.”
I sat down between the girls and found myself in a naughty-girl sandwich again, like I had been the first time they had come over to explore my comics and books. The couch was big enough for the three of us to be comfortable, but they both pressed closely against me, Rose on my left and Lily on my right. I felt kind of confined, so I wrapped my arms over their shoulders and pulled them even closer to me. It was like I had two girlfriends, when I wasn’t sure if I even had one.
We sat like that for a few minutes, just talking. It began to feel weird. We could have been doing that in my room, or without being scrunched together; not that I minded, but I knew another shoe was going to drop soon. Rose dropped it. “Remember when we told you about going to the county dump and looking for interesting stuff people got rid of on the road there?”
“Yeah, and you haven’t taken me there yet.”
“We don’t go as often as we used to,” Lily said. “But we did go last Saturday.”
Rose continued the narration, making me feel like the net on a tennis court. “We would have asked you to go, but we knew you were at the football game.”
She was right. Anytime my dad’s team had a home game, it was a given that Mom and I would be there. I didn’t mind, not many kids get to watch their dad at work, and enjoy it. “Find anything interesting?” I asked.
“A few bags of old clothes, some dishes, and what we thought was a gun, but it turned out to just be a squirt gun. Nothing we were interested in,” Rose told me. “We were about to leave when Lily found something cool.”
“It was a plastic bag,” Lily said. “You know, the kind you put garbage in, then cinch up. I took my box cutter and opened it. When I looked inside, I saw some magazines, Nat Geos, and car mags, you know, normal trash, but under that was the good stuff.”
“Good stuff?” I asked, expecting the big surprise to be that they had found more girlie magazines, but it still seemed weird that they were making such a big deal out of it.
“Go ahead, Lily,” Rose said, “show him.”
Lily reached into her backpack and pulled out a couple of videotapes.
I expected to see normal videos, maybe even some Disney movies, but when I saw the cover of the one on top, I knew why the girls were being so mysterious. All of the printing was in a strange language, and most of the cover was a picture of a woman’s face in profile. It was hard to tell how attractive she was because her mouth was stretched open wide to let in the biggest dick I had ever seen. As I was absorbing that shock, Lily turned it around and let me briefly see the back. There I saw two naked couples, and they weren’t dancing. I’d heard about adult videos like this and knew of at least one place in town that sold them, but I had no idea I would ever see one, certainly not while the naughty girls surrounded me.
I reached to take the tapes, figuring they had saved them for me, but Lily yanked them away and said, “We want to watch these with you, and ... maybe ... you could show us what you might do if you were alone.”
It was the same trick that Lily had used when we stole the magazines from the Star Mart, but now Rose was involved. The idea that might have scared or embarrassed me a few months earlier was now one that I welcomed. Besides, I was curious to see what a dirty movie looked like. “Okay,” I said, “but you guys have to play along. I’m pretty sure it’s not just men who get turned on by this stuff.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Rose said, “we want this to be a group project.” She made it sound like a school assignment.
Lily handed me the first tape, the one with the woman with a mouthful of cock on the cover. I put it in the player and turned on the TV. I went back to the sofa holding the remote, and while we waited for the tape to start, the girls snuggled back close to me.
Once it started, after the scary warning about not copying it (in three or four languages), the title came on. I thought it was German, and Rose was sure it was Danish, but either way, we couldn’t read it. Next came what must have been previews of other videos from the same company. What we saw there, as brief as they were, might have been enough to stoke our teenage libidos, but we just sat there, the three of us staring at the TV, not daring to look at each other. I wondered how amazing it would have been to share this alone with Rose, but I wasn’t sure how having Lily there might change things. Sometimes I worry too much.
The first part of the feature was about a couple who met in a bar and ended up in a bedroom; his or hers, no telling. They made out for a while, then magically they were naked. The director, if there even was one, didn’t want to waste time showing them strips. The man stood by the bed, and the woman knelt in front of him and started giving him a blowjob. It was the scene that we had seen on the tape cover.
Lily, not surprisingly, was the first to break the silence. “Damn, I didn’t know guys dicks got that big. Johnny, you’re not nearly that big.”
“Hey,” Rose said, “give him a break. That guy is a professional, whatever you call him, and he’s an adult. Johnny’s still growing.”
“S-o-o-r-ry,” Lily said, “didn’t mean to insult your boyfriend.”
Boyfriend? There it was, the word Rose had never used. I waited for her to say something, but her attention was still on the action in the movie. I thought about coming to my defense, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Besides, Lily was right, the actor’s cock was a lot bigger than mine.
“Where’s she putting all that ... thing?” Rose asked.
“Well, you know more about giving blowjobs than I do,” Lily teased, “but I guess Johnny’s little dick is easier to handle.”
That did it. I had to get involved. “Hey, I’m right here, you know.”
“I’m just teasin’,” Lily said. “I think your dick is just the right size for girls like us. Is it hard yet?”
I felt her hand diving into my lap, quickly followed by Rose’s fingers. They started battling, right there in my crotch, both trying to get the zipper on my jeans down. Somehow, they managed to get it done, then I felt Lily’s grabby, and somewhat grubby, fingers delving into my boxers like a dog digging up a bone. When she found what she was looking for, my now quite erect manhood, she tried to pull it out.
“Hey, ouch!” I yelled, “Zipper.”
“Sorry,” Lily said, but her giggle made me doubt her sincere interest in the possible damage to my manhood.
“Why don’t you just go ahead and take your pants off?” Rose suggested. “You know we’re gonna want to play with you while we watch the rest of this.”
“I’m not gonna sit here naked just so you girls can use me as a toy. If I take ‘em off, so do you.”
Lily was the first to agree. She stood up and shed her shirt and jeans faster than I could. Her faded pink panties quickly ended up on the floor with the rest of her clothing. Rose took a moment longer to get on board. She seemed reluctant and asked, “Are you sure your parents aren’t coming home anytime soon?”
“My dad is with the team in Alabama, and Mom just started a new job, so she’s not going to leave early. But if she does show up, we’ll hear the garage door opening. And, the door is locked.”
“Okay,” Rose sighed. She stood up and joined me and her sister on our nudist day.
I took a moment to enjoy the view of both girls, naked and ready to play. Is there any better way to watch porn? It took me years to get over how lucky I had been when we moved into that neighborhood. We sat back down, and it didn’t take us long to find out that being naked on a leather sofa on a chilly day might not have been the best idea.
“Wait a sec,” I said, “let me get something.” I went to our linen closet and got a blanket and a large quilt that we sometimes used when we had overnight visitors. I spread the blanket over the cold surface of the sofa, and after we sat back down, I spread the quilt over the three of us.
“Ahh, that’s better,” Rose sighed.