Boy/Woman Sex

Insemination

October 22, 2008

Insemination
By
Alex Hawk

Summer TV generally sucked. It was only the second week of summer vacation and I was already bored out of my mind. We lived way out in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere, ten miles away from the nearest anything, and there was just nothing at all for us to do.

“Bored much, Tamesin?” asked my twenty-year-old sister, Madison as she walked into the living room. She was home from college for the summer.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Well, turn off the TV for a moment. I’ve got something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Ok.” I turned off the television and turned towards my sister as she sat down on the couch next to me. “So what’s up?”

Madison took a deep breath. “Well. I need your help with something.”

“Ok.”

“I’m working on an experiment for my classes.”

“What kind?”

“It’s a biological experiment.”

I nodded. She was majoring both biology and psych. “Ok. And?”

“Well… I plan to get pregnant. I want to have a baby and use certain techniques to raise him or her.”

“Oh. Ok. Sounds a little weird, but ok.” I wasn’t at all clear where this was going. “What does this have to do with me?”

Looking me in the eye, Madison said, “I want you to be the father.”

I was happy I was sitting down, or I probably would have fallen over. “What?” I managed to say after three tries.

“I want you to be the father of my baby.”

“Uh… ok. There’s like a billion things wrong with that,” I said. “I’m your brother and I only turned thirteen just last month.”

“You’re a boy, and you’re fertile,” she said. “Probably, anyhow. At thirteen you’ll produce quite a bit of sperm.”

“Uh… yeah… but, like, if we, you know, had sex, that would be illegal.” I blushed at the very thought of it.

“I wasn’t proposing to have sex with you.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to take that now.

“What I want you to do is to masturbate into a cup. You bring me your sperm, I’ll suck it up with these eyedropper-like things, insert them into my vagina and squirt your semen into me. That way I’ll get pregnant with your baby.”

“Oh.”

“See, there’s lots of nonsense out there about inbreeding. It’s my hope that I can give birth to a perfectly normal baby, raise it and have it turn out just fine. I won’t reveal that the baby was fathered by my brother until he or she turns eighteen. By then the Statute of Limitations would have expired, assuming there’s anything illegal about this, which I’m not sure of.”

“Oh.”

“It’s my contention,” Madison went on, “that a child born of brother/sister parentage will turn out to be better than either. All the best attributes of both for intelligence, looks, personality, etcetera.”

“Oh.”

“So what do you say?”

“Oh.”

“Something more answer like than that would be nice,” Madison pointed out.

I shook my head to clear it. “Uh… I don’t know, Madison. I mean, this whole thing sounds more than little bit… I don’t know. Weird.”

She nodded. “I understand. You don’t have to do it, but it would be very helpful to me. The whole experiment hinges on finding a baby who has a brother and sister for parents and the best way to be sure of that is to get pregnant by you.”

For some reason, I had a raging hardon. I did my best to ignore and it and decided to stall for time. “Can I have a few days to think about it?”

“Sure. Try to make up your mind as soon as possible, though. We only have the summer and this won’t be the most efficient way of making myself pregnant.”

“What would be the most efficient way?” I asked distantly.

“Well, having sex, obviously.”

“Oh, right.” I took a deep breath. “Ok. Look. I need some time to think about this, ok? I’ll let you know as soon as I make up my mind.”

“Fair enough. I’ll talk with you later,” Madison said as she stood up and walked from the room.

There was no way I could sort this out easily, especially given the distraction of my very hard penis. I spent all day trying hard to figure out what to do. Finally I ended up retiring to my bedroom, hoping that I could lay down and think about this without any distractions.

As I laid there on my bed, I thought about all the possibilities. It might be really cool to have a baby with my sister. It would kind of suck that I would be a father without getting laid, but still. None of my other friends had done anything similar.

While I thought about this, I reached down and unzipped my pants, reaching inside to extract my penis and stroking it slowly while thinking. It was a mind-blowing idea. The more I thought about it, the more that I liked it. Could I really say yes?

My orgasm hit me by surprise while I pictured my sister pregnant with my baby. I had barely enough time to get my hand under my penis and catch a handful of sperm before it all splattered onto me. Moving awkwardly and pulling up my pants without spilling any of my sperm, I made my way out into the hall and knocked on my sister’s door.

She opened it. “Oh, hey, Tamesin. What’s up?”

“Uh… I got something for you.” Rather awkwardly and feeling very embarrassed, I held out my spermy hand.

“Is that…?” She leaned close. “It is! Hold still!”

Madison vanished into her room and came back with what looked like, and probably was, an eyedropper. She used that to suck up as much of my sperm as she could.

“Thanks, Tamesin,” she said, giving me a little hug. “Next time try to get it in a cup, ok?” She handed me a small plastic sleeve full of cups.

“Yeah, ok. When will we know when you’re pregnant?”

“Well, I’ll be doing pregnancy tests pretty often. I’ll let you know what happens each time, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Ideally,” she continued, “we’ll need to be doing this a couple times each day.”

“Ok. I think I can manage that.”

“Great!” Madison gave me another hug. “Well, I have to get busy. See ya, and thanks!” She shut her door.

I stood there for a few seconds and then went back to my bedroom, mind swimming with thoughts about what Madison was doing right now.

* * *

The next couple weeks crept past. Twice each day, once in the morning and once at night, I would masturbate into a cup and bring it to my sister. She’d take my sperm, disappear into her bedroom and do her thing. Hopefully we’d know soon if it had worked.

One morning just as I was getting ready to jerk off, there was a little knock at my bedroom door. Opening it, I saw Madison standing there.

“Hey, sis. What’s up?”

“Well, Tamesin, I just took a pregnancy test.”

My heart skipped a little. “And?” I asked carefully.

“I’m not pregnant yet.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to feel.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll make this work,” she said, patting me on the shoulder.

“So why hasn’t it worked yet?”

“Well… it’s possible that too much of the sperm is dying or becoming inactive in the time you ejaculate to the time I get it inside my vagina. Two or three minutes might not sound like much, but it can make a difference.”

“Ok.”

“So what we need to do is somehow decrease the amount of time. And to that end, I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

Madison nodded. “What I’m wanting to do is this: next time you masturbate, I’ll be in the room with you, and I’ll just be wearing a bathrobe. That way when you climax, I can get the sperm and get it inside me all within less than a minute.”

“So, you’re going to be here while I’m jerking off?” I wasn’t too sure about this idea.

Madison shrugged. “I think it’s the best way to get this done.”

“And you’ll put my sperm in you while you’re in here?”

“Yes.”

I thought about that. “That might be interesting to see.”

“You’re welcome to watch if you want. I can hardly say no, seeing as it’s your sperm that’s going to be going into me.”

“Yeah.” Despite my misgivings my penis had hardened up considerably. “Ok. Do you want to do this right now?”

“Let me go get my stuff. I’ll be right back.” Madison was gone and returned in less than two minutes. Once she was back in my room she said, “Alright, I’m ready when you are,” and sat down on the chair at my desk.

Blushing and feeling really shy, I got on my bed and pulled the blanket up over my body. I then reached into my boxers and pulled out my hard penis, giving it a couple tugs.

Madison was sitting there, watching me. This put me off my game.

“Uh… would you mind… like… turning around or something?”

“Oh! Sure, sorry.” She turned around and faced the wall, taking a book off my desk and looking through it.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget that my sister was here as I began masturbating a little more. The blanket was making a rhythmic rustling noise as I beat off, but I tried my best to ignore that, hoping Madison wouldn’t hear it.

I tried my best to get off, but it just wasn’t working. Finally I had to give up. I sat back with an annoyed sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Madison asked.

“I just can’t… you know… with you in here,” I said, feeling like a dork.

“Oh… well, I have an idea.”

“What?”

Madison sat back and propped her legs up on either arm of the chair, lifting and spreading them as she did so. She had only a skirt on and, I knew now, no panties. I was looking at my first ever real life vagina.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

“Does this help?” she asked, smiling a little as she took a finger and rubbed it along her slit.

“Yeah… hell, yeah!” I said, grabbing hold of my penis and stroking as fast as I could, no longer caring if my sister saw.

“You should pull back the blanket,” she said. “That way you won’t get any sperm on it.”

“Ok.” I pulled the blanket back, exposing my hard penis to my sister for the first time, and leaving me basically naked, since all I was wearing were boxers that were pulled down. I began jerking as fast as I could, knowing that now I would have no trouble cumming. Seconds later, I let out a low moan and my penis seemed to explode, sperm shooting out all over my bare chest and hand.

“Wonderful!” my sister said, hoping down from the chair and coming over to me. “Now hold still.” She took one of the little eye droppers and held it against my stomach, sucking up some of my sperm. She did the same with another one and then sat back down, spreading her legs wide.

Now my eyes went about as wide as Madison’s legs did, as I watched her insert one of the eye droppers into her vagina and give it a squeeze. She followed suit with the second one and then sat back looking pleased.

“Alrighty,” my sister said, giving me a happy smile. “With any luck, I’ll be pregnant in a few minutes.”

“Cool,” I whispered, somewhat overwhelmed by the thought.

Madison walked over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later tonight,” she said as she walked off.

As for me, I laid back with a stupid little grin on my face, my penis still slightly hard as I thought about my sister being pregnant by me and as I thought about how cool it had been to see her vagina.

* * *

Another couple weeks went past, me ejaculating every day and watching my sister suck it up into the eyedropper for another round of attempted impregnation. Each time she did it I had the joy of watching her stick something into her vagina. She didn’t always masturbate with me, but at least I got to see my sperm going into her.

Finally the day of the next pregnancy test came up. I waited impatiently outside the bathroom while my sister did her thing. After a few minutes she came out with a little frown on her face.

I drooped a little. “Not pregnant?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling somehow responsible for my sperm not doing their job. Get to work, guys! I wanted to shout.

“That’s ok, we’ll just keep trying,” Madison said, giving me a little kiss on the cheek. “You up for it right now?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

It wasn’t too much longer after the conversation that I had yet another orgasm while my sister watched and waited. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it certainly wasn’t bad. I laid back and watched as she sucked up my sperm with her two eyedroppers. Suddenly an idea occurred to me.

“Hey, Madison, wait a second,” I said as she was getting ready to put the eyedropper into her vagina.

“What?”

“Can I…” I blushed a little, despite the fact that I was currently naked, laying on top of my bed with some remnants of sperm on my stomach while my semi-naked sister was sitting across from me with two eyedroppers of semen ready to stick into her vagina. “Would you mind… I mean… can I… like… put it in you?”

“The sperm?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh… well, sure, I guess.” She handed me the eye droppers and said, “Here, let me lay on your bed. It’ll be easier that way.”

“Ok.”

I moved aside as my sister got comfy on my bed. Once she was settled she spread her legs high and wide and said, “Ok. You think you know where it goes?”

“I think so.” Shaking a little I reached out and poked the first eyedropper against what I thought was the right place. “Here?”

“Yes.”

Very slowly I began to insert the eyedropper, thinking how cool it was to see it sliding into Madison’s vagina. Once it was all the way inside I gave it a little squeeze, seeing my sperm shoot up into her. It was way cool. I did this again with the second one and by the time I was done my penis was massively hard again.

“That was sweet,” I said, sitting back a little.

“Glad you liked it.” Madison smiled at me.

I looked down at my penis. “Uh… if you want, I can give you some more right now?”

Madison laughed. “Let’s save it for later tonight, ok?”

“Ok.”

She sat up and gave me a little hug. “I’ll see you later!” she said, gathering up her things and heading back to her bedroom.

* * *

For another month Madison and I continued this little ritual. Now things were getting a little more tense, however, since there were only three weeks before she had to go back to college. We were both very hopeful that her next pregnancy test would show a plus rather than a minus.

“Negative.”

No such luck.

“Dammit!” I said, feeling annoyed.

“Don’t worry,” Madison said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “We’ll make this work. I have a little idea to try. I’ll meet you in your bedroom in a couple minutes.”

“Ok.”

I went to my bedroom and got naked, laying on top of my bed, idly stroking my penis and wondering what Madison’s plans were.

When she came into my room, my sister was wearing a bathrobe. She said, “Ok, here’s the idea. The problem is probably a matter of too much of your sperm dying before I get it into my vagina. So I’m thinking that what I’ll do is lay on my back and when you get ready to cum, you hold your penis right up against the entrance to my vagina. That way your sperm should go directly from you into me without any problems.”

“Oh!” I thought about this. “Uh… sure, ok.”

Madison pulled the bathrobe off and was now entirely naked. I’d seen her vagina more times than I could count, but hadn’t ever seen her breasts before. If I hadn’t already had a major hardon, this certainly would have given me one. She laid on my bed next to me.

“Right, now get between my legs as you masturbate. Then when you’re about to cum, just move really close and put your penis right here,” she said, spreading her vagina open and showing me the small hole I’d gotten familiar with lately.

“Ok.”

I crouched between my sister’s legs and stared directly at her vagina as I started masturbating. It was a beautiful view! As I masturbated I thought about how incredibly cool it was that I might, with any luck, be a father in nine months as a result of our activities! Wow!

These thoughts, as they often did, drove me ever closer to an orgasm. As I felt it building up, I whispered to Madison, “I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Quick, put it right here!” my sister said, holding her vagina wide open.

I moved forward, touching the tip of my penis to her wetness. I pushed slightly, just enough for a little bit of the tip to go in, and then started cumming harder than I’d ever cum before. I my best to keep myself steady, hoping that enough of my sperm would get inside my sister to make a difference.

When I was done cumming, I sat back, a tiny string of semen connecting the tip of my penis to my sister’s vagina. It snapped eventually. I saw just a tiny bit of sperm leaking out of her, but not a great deal. I hoped most of it had ended up inside.

“Do you think it worked?” I asked as I sat back on my knees.

“I hope so!” Madison said, continuing to lay on her back, letting my sperm flow into her body. “I think it probably helped, at least. Much more of your sperm should have survived the trip this time.”

“Cool.” I looked at her vagina and pictured my little boys swimming. “It’s really kind of… awesome to think about, you know?”

“Yeah.”

I laid down next to her. “What are you going to do with the baby once it’s born?”

Madison shrugged. “I’ll raise it and take good care of it. No one will know who the father is until the baby is eighteen, and then you’ll get the credit you deserve.” She smiled at me.

“Cool.” I grinned back.

“I hope if it’s a boy he winds up looking like you,” Madison said, smiling at me.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re a good looking boy.” She ran her fingers down my bare chest. “Especially when you’re naked.”

I giggled a little. “You’re pretty nice naked, too.”

Madison let her hand drift down my body. She let it come to a rest on my still hard penis. She’d never touched me there before. As she gave it a couple slow strokes, she said, “It’s very nice thinking that because of this, I’ll have a baby.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding since she touched me. “Yeah…”

“Tamesin?”

“Yeah?”

“You think you can cum again?”

“Like now? Yeah.”

“Well… get between my legs again. We can try something else.” My sister’s voice had an odd quality to it.

“Ok.” I got up and knelt between her legs, looking down at her vagina. “Now what?”

“Put your penis against my vagina again.”

“Ok.” I did so.

“Now…” Madison reached up and put her hands on my shoulders, tugging me down towards her. “Lower yourself down a little.”

“Uh… ok.” I lowered my body down on top of my sister. It was hard to keep my penis positioned just right, though. I started feeling an odd sensation around the tip.

“Uh… Madison?” I asked, putting two and two together as I felt a strange, warm wetness work itself around the tip of my penis and then slowly along the shaft.

“Shhh…”

“But I think I’m-”

She put her fingers on my lips. “Shhh…”

“But… I’m going into you…” I whispered.

“I know…”

“Oh, god,” I whispered, feeling the last bit of my thirteen-year-old virgin penis sliding into place deep inside my sister’s tight twenty-year-old vagina. My sister and I locked eyes as my pubic hair merged with hers. Sparks of pleasure were shooting from my penis and going out all over my body. I’d never felt anything so amazing! I was actually inside a girl!

“What do you think?” Madison asked me quietly. I could feel her heart beating fast inside her chest.

“I think… I… oh, it’s wonderful…”

“You think you can… move it around a little…?”

“Yeah…” I flexed my hips, feeling my penis move slightly inside my sister’s vagina. It felt good, so I kept doing it. It was sweet.

Under me, Madison was moving around, wrapping her legs around my waist, moaning a little and shivering with pleasure. She started whispering into my ear,
“Fuck me, little brother… fuck me… give me a baby… fuck me…”

I began fucking as fast as I could, trying hard not to slip out of Madison. Hearing her talk like that, realizing that I was actually fucking a girl and that I might, I hoped, get her pregnant, was so fantastic I couldn’t believe it.

Soon my thrusts became very rapid and short. I started breathing very, very hard as the pleasure swept over my young body. Then I let out a grunt of pure joy as my penis began firing off inside my sister’s heavenly vagina. I fired off several hard blasts of sperm into her.

As soon as I was done cumming, I fell on top of her, totally overwhelmed by everything I’d experienced, my sister gently stroking my hair and whispering, “You did good, little brother… you did real good…”

We fucked every chance we had after that. Almost every time we did it, I was on top of her, the logic being that my sperm would have a better chance of getting her pregnant that way. I didn’t really care too much at this point. All I knew is that I was getting as much sex as any young boy could hope for.

My sister eventually went back to school. She took the last pregnancy test while she was there. She told me in a very excited phone call that it had been positive. A little chill went through my body as she told me that I was going to be a father in a few months.

Now a year has gone by since my sister first asked me the favor. Our baby daughter was born a couple months ago. She’s healthy, happy and doing well as is Madison. I don’t know exactly how the baby will turn out in the long run, and it does feel kind of weird to be a father at my age, but I knew that with Madison taking care of her everything would, hopefully, work out ok in the end.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

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Joyeux Anniversaire

October 13, 2008

Joyeux Anniversaire
By
Alex Hawk

Today is my birthday! As of 4:03am today, September 23, 1961, I am officially thirteen!

Currently I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom in our family’s apartment in Paris. I’m naked and eyeing my adolescent body with a critical eye. I’m fairly thin, with a vaguely androgynous face. My skin is pale, my hair is brown, my eyes are blue. Between my legs stands a very erect, almost hairless four inch penis. Still virgin, but that’s going to change later tonight, which is why I’m looking at myself now. I want to make sure I’m presentable.

There’s a knock at the door. “Antoine?”

“Come in, Jean,” I say.

My fifteen-year-old brother walks… well, swaggers… into the room. Like me, he is naked. Like me, his penis is hard. Unlike me, he isn’t still a virgin.

A cigarette dangles from his mouth. He takes a look at me in the mirror, and reaches a hand down, encircling it around my young penis. He’s the only person other than me who has ever touched it.

Stroking my penis slowly, my brother says, “Are you ready to put this thing to good use tonight?”

“Yeah…”

He turns me around and hugs me close, then kisses me on the mouth. I hug and kiss him back. I love my brother so much. I could never deny him anything, even my body.

I move one of my hands down to wrap around his penis as he keeps stroking mine. “After tonight… can we still do… this?” I ask, a little nervously.

“Mais oui,” he says. “I will never give you up, Antoine.” Then he drops down to his knees and slips his mouth around my penis, moving his head back and forth. I moan faintly and place my hands on the back of his head, losing myself in the pleasure.

As my brother sucks on me, I feel one of his hands, which had been cupping my butt, move slowly down and to the center. I spread my legs a little as Jean begins to work a finger gently up into me.

“Turn around,” he says, after a couple more moments, standing up as he does.

Knowing what’s next, and eagerly anticipating it, I turn around and take hold of the foot of my bed, bending over slightly. My brother moves around behind me, and I hear him opening the jar of Vaseline. A few seconds later, I feel him pressing up against me, and I start to moan again as his penis slides slowly, deeply into my ass.

“Always so tight in you, little brother,” whispers Jean as he leans forward and kisses me on the back of the neck. Then he straightens up and starts to move in and out of me in an anxious rhythm.

I moan again and start to masturbate as my brother fucks me. For the last six months we’ve been having sex with each other, ever since he first taught me how to play with myself. It’s a wonderful experience and part of why I love him so much.

Only about three minutes later, my brother grunts and pushes deep inside me. He holds himself steady as I feel his penis start to pulse inside me, shooting his sperm up into my ass. At about the same time, I start to cum, a small amount of my sperm spattering onto the floor, as the incredible bliss of orgasm washing through my young body.

“You came, right?” my brother ask as he slides his penis out from inside me.

“Yeah,” I say. I stand up, a little shaky, feeling my brother’s sperm sliding down my leg.

“Bien.” He kisses me. “Go get cleaned up. We have to leave for school soon.”

“Ok.”

I duck into the shower and got cleaned. Moments later I am sitting at the table, eating some breakfast with my mother, father and Jean. He trades a knowing smile with me as my father thumbs through today’s issue of “Le Monde”.

“Joyeux anniversaire, mon fis,” my mother says, kissing me on the head.

“Merci, maman” I say with a smile.

“Oh, is that today? I knew something important was happening today, but I thought it was just the day the gas man was supposed to read our meter,” my father says, looking at me over his glasses, a playful look in his eyes.

“Oui, papa,” Jean says. “I would think you would hardly forget the day this accursed creature came into our lives.”

“It is overshadowed by the horror of your birth,” my father informs him. Jean sticks his tongue out in response.

The light banter continues for a little while as we eat. Once we are done, my brother and I grab our satchels and head to the school. It’s only a short ten minute walk. Along the way, my friend Marcel Malle joins us He is a few months older than me, and like I plan to, he lost his virginity on his thirteenth birthday.

“Happy birthday,” he says to me, handing me a small parcel.

“Oh, thank you.” I pause to unwrap it. Inside is a book, “The Stranger”, by Albert Camus. “Oh, thank you indeed! I haven’t read this before.”

“Good, then you’ll get a couple new experiences today,” he says with a grin. Looking at Jean he says, “You’re still taking him to Marie tonight, oui?”

“But of course. I can’t have my little brother be teenage virgin for more than twenty-four hours.”

“Good.”

I take a moment to hug my friend and we walk the rest of the way to school, where I know I’m going to spend the next several hours distracted, horny and annoyed that I was still stuck at school when I’d rather be-

“Monsieur Truffaut!”

I look up guiltily. It’s the middle of day now, and my teacher is glaring at me.

“Yes, sir?”

“Perhaps you would care to stop looking out the window and instead explain to me why Charlemagne’s empire could not be sustained?”

A pained look on my face, I stand and try to stammer my way through an answer, but from the sour look on my teacher’s face, I know I’m doomed.

“Your answer is not acceptable. You will write a paper on the subject and hand it to me by next week.”

“Yes, sir.”

Marcel gives me a knowing look from across the classroom. He’s aware that I certainly won’t be getting around to working on this project for another night or two. I grin back and do my best to pay attention through the rest of my classes.

After school, Jean leaves to go be with some of his friends and Marcel and I walk together to a nearby café. We sit there for a while talking, drinking coffee, smoking and looking at some of the girls walking past.

“So you looking forward to tonight?” Marcel asks, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Of course. Anything special I should know?”

He shrugs. “You’ll probably cum really quick. Marie will probably let you have a second time. Maybe a third, if she likes you. Those times will be better.”

“Did she like you enough?” I ask with a smile.

He grins. “We did it three times, yeah.”

“Manifique.”

“Yes, it was.”

We chat a little longer before we walk to my family’s flat. Jean is already there. My mother kisses me and Jean, Marcel and myself retire to my bedroom. I’m horny and distracted the entire time. Eventually we have a nice dinner before Jean announces he’s taking me to the cinema to see a special screening of “Les enfants terrible”, as a birthday present.

We do actually go to the cinema, and I enjoy the film, though not as much as I thought I might. After that, as the hour gets late, we head towards the small flat rented by Marie, the woman who would make me a man.

Jean knocks on the door and after a moment a woman answers. She has brown hair, a friendly smile and very little clothing.

“Bonjour, Jean,” she says, giving him a little kiss. “Bonjour, Marcel.” She gives him a kiss, too, then smiles at me. “And you must be Antoine.” She leans down and gives me a kiss, too. “Entrez-vous, s’il vous plait.”

The three of us walk into her small flat. It’s a little two-story flat with the parlor and kitchen on the ground floor and the bedroom and WC on the top floor. It has an odd smell that I can’t quite place, but I like the flat despite myself.

She ushers us into her kitchen and sits us down at the table where she serves us each a small glass of wine. I drink mine quickly, feeling nervous and embarrassed for reasons I can’t quite pin down. I’m only barely aware of Jean handing Marie a thousand francs; the price of my innocence.

“Well, now,” Marie says, making the money disappear. She smiles at me. “Are you ready to become a man, mon ami?”

Silently I nod.

She smiles again and says, “Let us go. You boys behave.”

“We will,” chorus my brother and Marcel.

Marie takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs, Jean and Marcel both clapping and cheering me on. I smile a little smile at them and follow her up the staircase into a narrow hallway and then into a small bedroom.

“It’s nice of your brother to do this for you,” Marie says as she ducks behind a small screen.

“Yes, he’s a good person,” I say, feeling extremely nervous.

After a few seconds, Marie comes out from behind the screen. She’s naked. My heart leaps into my throat as my already hard penis throbs. I’ve never seen a woman nude in real life before. My eyes are drawn to the dark delta of hair between her legs. She’s beautiful.

Walking towards me, she places her hands on my shoulders and kisses me on the forehead. “Just relax and enjoy yourself, oui?”

“Oui.”

She begins to unbutton my shirt and then pulls it off my body. She runs her hands down my bare chest for a few seconds, and then down to my pants. She unbuttons those and reaches inside them, then inside my underwear, and runs a finger along the length of my hard, young penis. Then slowly, she lowers my pants and underwear down, leaving me naked and trembling.

“You look very nice, Antoine. A lovely little man.”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling myself blush.

Stroking my penis gently, she says, “Come to the bed.”

“Alright.”

I follow her to the bed and lay down next to her. Marie smiles as she lays down, spreads her legs a little and says, “It will go in easier if you are on top of me.”

“Oh. Right.” Swallowing hard and having visions of my brother and Marcel coming in and yanking me off of her, I get on top of Marie, holding my body above hers, my heart racing in anticipation.

Marie reaches between our nude bodies and takes hold of me. Her other hand moves onto my butt and I feel her push me down. With a suddenness that surprises me, I feel my barely thirteen-year-old virgin penis glide smoothly and easily into Marie’s thirty-six-year-old vagina. Before I even know what’s happening, I’m all the way inside her. My virginity is gone forever, lost at the cost of a thousand francs.

Marie brushes a little hair out of my face as I settle down on top of her. “There. Now you’re a man.”

“Yeah!” I gasp and give about two thrusts of my hips before I close my eyes and grunt, the pleasure overwhelming me as my penis begins to spurt inside Marie, sending my adolescent sperm into her vagina. I feel exhilaration, but a bit of shame; I’d lasted even less my first time than Marcel had on his first time.
Gasping and shuddering, I laid on top of Marie, trying to get my brain to work again. I am aware of her whispering, “Good, you did good,” into my ear.

Finally my brain is working again, and I manage to say, “I’m sorry I didn’t last long…”

I feel Marie’s body moving under me as she laughs. It’s a nice feeling. “You did fine for your first time. You’ll do better your second time.” She hugs me tight, and I feel her breasts pressing against my chest. My penis, which had never really softened while still inside her vagina, gives a little jump.

Smiling, Marie says, “It feels like you’re ready to go again. This is why I like boys your age.”

I grin in silent response.

“Start moving it in and out,” she instructs. “Don’t go too fast, or you might slip out.”

“Alright.”

I begin thrusting slowly, awkwardly, moving my hips back and forth and sliding my young penis in and out of Marie’s vagina. For the first time in my life I am fucking, instead of getting fucked. I like it!

“Yes, yes, Antoine,” Marie whispers. “Oh, that feels nice. You’re doing very well.”

I bury my head in her shoulder and keep fucking with short, rabbit-thrusts, losing myself in the bliss of intercourse. God, it isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced! I can see now why everyone is so obsessed with sex.

This second time I manage to last about three minutes before I finally start cumming inside her a second time. The orgasm is, if anything, even better than the first one, and I’d thought that was the height of my existence!

Once I’m done cumming, my penis slides out of Marie and I flip over, laying next to her and breathing hard.

“You did very well, Antoine,” she says, and kisses me.

“Thank you…” I gasp, still breathing hard.

Marie lights a cigarette and hands it to me before lighting up one of her own. I take a couple drags and hear a knock at the door.

“You done in there?” comes Jean’s voice.

“Oui, come on in and meet your new and improved little brother,” Marie says.

Jean and Marcel both walk in. Jean comes over to me and shakes my hand.

“Well done, little brother. Good to see you carry on the family tradition.”

“For another thousand francs, I’ll let you each have a turn,” Marie says, smiling at Jean and Marcel.

My brother and friend look at each other and huddle in the corner. After a moment they walk over. Jean places some money on the nightstand and says, “Here you go.”

Marie counts the money and then nods. “D’acord. Get undressed.”

Jean and Marcel get naked. I’ve seen Jean any number of times, but this is the first time I’ve seen Marcel nude and erect. He looks nice, but not as nice as Jean.
Marie lays back and spreads her legs as Jean gets on top. He presses his penis against her vagina and slides in slowly. I watch in fascination as they begin to fuck. It’s something I’ve never known I wanted to see before now.

Marcel comes over and steals a drag from my cigarette. As he smokes, I find myself staring at his hard penis. After a moment, unable to resist, I reach out and wrap my hand around it, giving it a couple slow strokes.

Marcel stares down at me in mild surprise. I look up at him and say, “Can I suck it?”

“Uhm. If you want to.”

I lean forward and lower my mouth around my friend’s penis, sucking it gently as I move my lips back and forth along the shaft. I’ve never done this with Marcel, though I have often wanted to.

My brother looks over from where he’s fucking Marie and says, “Oh, god, that’s incredible. Uh!” He closes his eyes and starts to twitch as he adds his sperm to mine inside Marie’s vagina.

As soon as he’s done cumming, he rolls off Marie and Marcel moves towards her, his penis withdrawing from my mouth and sliding into place inside her vagina. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but he apparently had other desires.

Once Marcel is done fucking Marie I get on top and take one last turn inside her, knowing that from here on out I’d do just about anything to feel the sensation of a warm, tight vagina around my adolescent penis. When I’m done I lay there on Marie’s bed, naked and smoking with her, my brother and my best friend, having had the happiest birthday any boy could ever hope for.

FIN

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Here you go kids, my latest story! Apologies for any errors with the French dialogue. I took the language in high school for three years and now remember… parts.

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Little Boy Blue – Part Two

October 24, 2008

Little Boy Blue – Part Two
By
Alex Hawk

I woke up kind of early the next morning. Eric was already out of bed and was sitting by an open window, smoking and blowing said smoke out it. He was gazing out at the world. His magnificent young body was still fully naked and he was idly stroking his penis.

“Now that’s something I could get used to seeing in the morning,” I said a little muzzily.

Eric started a little and looked over at me. He grinned and blew smoke my direction. “Yeah, I bet I can get you up every day.”

I nodded. “Yeah, probably.”

Eric put out his cigarette and walked back over to the bed, his semi-hard penis swinging between his shapely young legs. He gave me a little kick on the foot.

“So when you gonna get me laid?”

“Anytime you want!” I said enthusiastically, laying back and spreading my legs.

Eric rolled his eyes. “Not that way. I want pussy.”

“I’ll see if I can track down Samantha today. See if I can set something up.”

“Good. I’ll get myself comfy in the meantime.” He walked over to his backpack and started unloading and organizing everything.

I sat back up and started getting dressed. “So, what, you’re planning to just live here?”

“Yep.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” I tried.

Eric gave me a look. “You’ll get to suck my dick at least once or twice a day, dude. You tell me.”

“Point.” I went to the dresser and cleared out the bottom drawer. “Here, you can use this.”

“Cool, thanks.” Eric took a moment to pull on a pair of black boxer-briefs and then started putting the rest of his clothes away.

“Oh, you’re not going to get dressed, are you?” I asked as he put on some more clothes. All blue, of course.

“Yeah. I’ve got some stuff I gotta do.” Now fully clothed, he walked up and took my hand in his, placing it directly on his crotch. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get plenty of Ericdick.”

I sighed, rubbing a little and feeling the boy’s penis start to harden. “Oh, well. I guess you should probably be clothed for a little while, anyhow.”

“Yeah, especially if I’m going out.”

“Ok, ok. I guess while you’re out, I’ll try to get in touch with Samantha.”

“Sounds good.” Eric picked up his backpack, put on his hat and walked over to me, giving me a tight hug. “Thanks for letting me crash here for a while, dude.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, holding him close.

He pulled away. “Ok, see ya!” and was gone.

I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. What a boy!

An hour later, after taking time to jerk off, I went out, hoping to find Samantha quickly.

In this matter, I got pretty lucky. I found her sitting on the street outside of Denny’s trying to get change from passers by.

“Hey, Samantha,” I said, plopping down next to her.

“Oh, hey, Chance!” She leaned over and gave me a hug and a kiss. “How are you?”

“I’m doing good, doing good. And you?”

“I’m ok.”

“Good. Glad to hear it!” I grinned widely.

Samantha gave me a look. “What do you want?”

“Whatever makes you think I want anything?”

“Cause I know that look.”

I laughed. “Ok, well, I do maybe want a little something.”

“Oh?”

“I want your body.”

Samantha laughed. “You’ve already had it! It’s been three years. Now you want it again?”

“Well… yes, but not for me.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Ok, Chancey, out with it.”

“Well… how would you like to defile a virgin?”

“Oh?”

“He’s young, he’s cute, he’s still a virgin and he wants to get some pussy.”

“How cute?”

“VERY cute.”

“How virgin?”

I shrugged. “I’ve jerked him, blown him and had him fuck me, but all he’s done with girls is get a couple blowjobs.”

“Uh-huh… now… how young?”

“Uhm… fourteen?” I said with my best innocent look.

She rolled her eyes again. “You’re such a child molester.”

“That’s me!”

“But you say he’s pretty cute, huh?”

“Yeah. Blue eyes, blue hair, blue pretty much everything. Well, not blue-balls. Not lately, anyhow,” I said with pride.

“Blue…” She looked thoughtful and then brightened up. “Oh, hey, you’re not talking about that one boy who’s been wandering around lately? Wears all blue but with an orange hat?”

“That’s the one.”

“Hmmm… he is pretty cute…”

“You’ll get me fucking you, too, of course.”

Again she rolled her eyes. “Oh, what a great privilege.”

“Hey, if I fuck you once more, it’ll be twice as many times as I already have. And that’s twice as many as all other girls on the planet COMBINED,” I said, looking as serious as I could.

Samantha laughed. “Yeah, right. THAT’S a plus.”

“Oh, come on. I was good in bed.”

“Yes, you were. But you obviously wanted to fuck my boyfriend and not me,” she pointed out.

“Well… I DID like it with you. Admittedly, it was somewhat more fun fucking your boyfriend.” I grinned. “I wouldn’t mind doing it with you some more. Especially if I get to watch a very cute little boy lose his virginity to you in the process.”

“Well… alright. I’ll do it.” She stood up. “Let’s go get some boy.”

“Just like that?” I asked, standing up next to her.

“Yep. You know me. Once I make my mind up…”

“Yeah,” I said with a nod. “Plus, you know, you’re a slut.”

I didn’t realize a simple punch on the arm could hurt that much.

* * *

Once we got back to my apartment, Samantha and I killed some time just sitting around talking with each other and watching one of my gay porn tapes. She, like a surprisingly large number of girls, really liked watching cute boys have sex with each other.

“So is there anything special you have in mind for me and this boy?” Samantha asked.

I shrugged. “Not really. I wanna put his dick in you when he fucks you the first time, but otherwise I don’t care too much.”

“Good.” She looked at the clock. “So what is he supposed to be here?”

I shrugged again. “We didn’t really set a time.”

“Cool.” She ground out the cigarette I had been letting her smoke. “Wanna fuck for a while?”

I laughed a little, laughter which started to fade as Samantha began undressing. “Uh… the idea here was for Eric to fuck you?”

“So?” She was now just in her bra and panties. Despite myself I found my penis hardening. “I’d figured you were probably going to fuck me at least a couple times yourself.”

“Well… I never really thought about it,” I said.

Now naked, Samantha said, “Well, see, I’m horny, especially after watching this video. So… you wanna fuck?”

I considered her offer for a bit and then shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

“Good.” She went over to my bed and laid down as I took off my clothes. Once naked, I went over and laid down next to her. When I got there, she started stroking my penis slowly. “I assume you’re not going to be that interested in foreplay with me?” she asked.

“Uh…” I wasn’t quite sure what to say. The only other time we’d had sex her boyfriend had gotten her all warmed up. “Well… if you want me to go down on you… that’s not something I’m interested in. I guess I could finger you or something.”

“No, that’s ok. Just make sure you have Eric do everything to me, ok?”

“Ok,” I said with a cheerful grin, my penis twitching at the thought.

“Well, in that case, what position do you want me to be in?”

“I want him on top,” I said quickly.

Samantha rolled her eyes. “I mean right now, dumbass.”

“Oh! Sorry.” I blushed a little. “Uh… well, what’s your favorite?”

“I like having the guy on top.”

“Ok, then, I’ll get on top.”

Samantha laid back and spread her legs. “Go for it, then.”

“You need me to put on a condom?”

“No, it’s ok.”

“Ok.”

I got up on my knees and crouched down between her legs, staring at her vagina. Her boyfriend had been the one to put me in her the first time. I knew I could just ask Samantha for help, but I wanted to get it in her on my own. Plus, if I was going to be helping Eric fuck her, I should probably know what I was doing.

I moved forward until the tip of my penis brushed against Samantha’s vagina. Then I started sort of poking around, remembering that when I’d fucked her before, I’d felt a little wet place. Sure enough after enough probing I found it and pushed gently.

Success! I felt the tip of my twenty-three-year-old penis slide into something very pleasantly warm and snug. I pushed forward some more and eventually managed to get myself completely into Samantha’s eighteen-year-old vagina. Feeling very pleased with myself I let go of my erection and just sat there enjoying the sensations for a few moments. It WAS really nice inside her, I’ll admit that, even if it wasn’t quite as nice as fucking a guy. Maybe I’d have to fuck her some more at some point.

“Very nice, Chance,” Samantha said with a little grin. “You didn’t know where it was supposed to go at first, did you?”

I settled down on top of her, my penis completely inside her vagina. “Well, no, not really,” I admitted. I began to move back and forth.

“Try to keep it as deep in me as you can,” she said.

“Ok.”

It was very strange to me to think about the fact that I was fucking a girl while waiting for a cute little virgin boy to come back to my house so that I could molest him and watch him fuck her. I looked over at the nearby mirror while we fucked, admiring the way my body looked. I wasn’t gorgeous, but I wasn’t bad, and like many people, I looked just fine when I was fucking.

“Mmmm… yeah… that’s much better,” Samantha said, wrapping her legs around my waist while I fucked her.

I wish I could say that mind-blowing orgasms occured for both of us. I wish I could say that when I came inside her it was like angels singing and that she came at the same time I did, her vagina clutching at my thrusting penis.

This wasn’t really the case. I did cum, and shot my sperm into her, wondering as I did so what might happen if she got pregnant. Samantha came also, but it was about two minutes later and it took her stimulating herself while I held my penis within her until she climaxed.

After we were both done having our orgasms, I pulled out of her and we laid there together on my bed, quietly sharing a cigarette. When she was done smoking, Samantha sat up and got out of bed.

“Something wrong?” I asked, still not used to this whole heterosexual intercourse thing.

“No, no. Just gotta go clean up,” she said, picking up my old bathrobe. She put it on and went into the bathroom.

Shrugging a little and figuring that I might as well clean up, too, I walked into the kitchen and used a paper towel and some warm water with soap to clean off my penis. I felt kind of weird about having fucked Samantha. It wasn’t bad or anything, but I didn’t really enjoy it anymore than I enjoyed masturbating.

Once I was clean, I walked back into the living room and pulled on a pair of boxers. By the time Samantha got out of the bathroom I was sitting on the couch watching television.

“Anything good on?” she asked as she sat next to me.

“Not really.”

We settled on watching an old rerun of Friends. It wasn’t my favorite show, but Samantha liked it, and I figured I should try to make her happy.

A couple hours later I was beginning to get restless. I was wondering where Eric might be. I was worried that maybe something had happened to him. I should have given him my phone number, I thought. Just as I was starting to get real concerned, I heard a faint tapping at the door.

I smiled at Samantha. “Your boy is here!”

“Nothing like home delivery.”

I pulled on a t-shirt to go with my boxers and opened the door. There he was.

“Hey, I was wondering where you were.”

Eric grinned a little. “Yeah, sorry. I got busy.” He walked into the apartment and saw Samantha sitting on the couch in the bathrobe. “Oh! Hello,” he said, sounding a little off-center suddenly.

“Hello,” Samantha purred. “You must be Eric. I’m Samantha.”

“Hi!” He walked over towards her and reached out his hand.

Samantha shook it and patted the space next to her. “Put down your stuff and have a seat.”

Eric set down his backpack and sat next to Samantha. I sat down on the other side of him.

“So,” I said, reaching out and placing a hand on the boy’s thigh. “You ready to get laid?”

“This is really gonna happen, huh?” Eric asked, looking from me to Samantha.

“Yep,” Samantha replied, placing one of her hands on Eric’s other thigh. She ran it up to his crotch and cupped it gently. “You up for it?” she asked, rubbing.

“Ooooooh, yes.” Eric grinned shyly.

“Good,” Samantha whispered. She leaned over and started kissing Eric while she continued to rub the lump that had appeared in his sweatpants. Eric seemed unsure what he should be doing. Finally he settled for resting one of his hands on Samantha’s bare thigh and sort of held it there, not moving it or anything.

I was starting to get really, really horny watching this. My penis had already poked itself out of my boxers, and I reached down to give it a couple strokes. Then I let go of it and took hold of Eric’s shirt, working it off him and leaving him bare chested. Beautiful. I leaned down and started sucking and nibbling on one of his erect nipples.

Still continuing to kiss the boy, Samantha opened up the robe and shrugged out of it, leaving her completely naked. She then took Eric’s hand that had been on her thigh and placed it right between her legs, directly over her vagina. She rubbed his hand back and forth a little until the boy seemed to get the idea and started doing it himself.

Then Samantha stopped kissing Eric’s mouth and started kissing a trail down his smooth young body. When she reached his sweats, she reached inside and pulled out Eric’s hard teenage penis. Samantha gave the tip a couple kisses and then slowly lowered her mouth around it while Eric laid his head back and looked very content.

I placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head my way. “Enjoying yourself?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Eric said with a grin. Then to my surprised he leaned his head towards mine and started kissing me, soon working his tongue into my mouth. I was even more surprised to find one of his hands taking hold of my penis, stroking it while we kissed. The ability of this kid to discover new ways to make me happy was very pleasing. I could feel myself falling in love with him, despite my best efforts.

Samantha had moved down to kneel on the floor. While she was there she started tugging at Eric’s sweats. He lifted his butt up, never missing a beat while kissing me, and Samantha pulled them off him, leaving him beautiful and naked. I figured I might as well join in the fun. My shirt and shorts soon joined the pile of clothes that had formed on the floor.

Now Samantha’s hand joined Eric’s on the shaft of my penis and soon replaced it as Eric let go and put his arms around me while we kissed. As I felt her mouth slide around my erection, I took one of my hands and wrapped it around Eric’s most wonderful part.

“God, this is hot, Chance,” Eric whispered to me.

“I know.”

Samantha pulled her mouth up off me and Eric looked down at my penis. “Can I suck your dick for a bit? I wanna see what it’s like.”

“Sure!” I said, quite pleasantly surprised.

Samantha moved aside and started masturbating Eric while he moved his head down. He didn’t give my erection a wussy little taste or anything tentative like that. No, he just opened his mouth up, slid it down along my penis and then sealed his lips around it, moving his head up and down and trying his best to lick as he did so.

Now Samantha moved up and sat next to me on the couch, kissing me once she got comfortable.

“This boy is really, really sexy,” she said to me with a smile.

“You’re telling me?”

Samantha laughed a little and then let out a shaky moan as Eric’s hand found its way onto her vagina. Looking down at the boy while he kept blowing me, she said to him, “See if you can get a finger into me.”

Eric nodded and poked around. I saw a look of pleasure cross Samantha’s face as the boy managed to get a finger up into her tight vagina. It apparently excited him quite a bit, too, because he started blowing me with ever more enthusiasm.

Finally Samantha called out, “Ok! I can’t take it anymore. SOMEONE needs to fuck me!”

Eric froze and then pulled his mouth off my penis. “So… that means it’s time?”

“Yes,” I said, reaching down to pull the boy up to sit on the couch next to me. I gave him a little kiss and said, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Samantha said, “I want you on top,” and walked over to the bed, laying down and spreading her legs.

I put a hand on Eric’s shoulder and spoke softly to him. “You’re about to lose your virginity, Eric. You’re gonna fuck your first girl. Don’t worry about anything. Don’t worry about making her feel good, getting her pregnant or anything. Just have a good time, ok? If you cum in five seconds, that’s ok. If it takes you ten minutes, that’s ok, too. Just enjoy yourself.”

Eric took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok.”

I stood up and pulled Eric over to the bed. “Kneel between her legs.”

“Alright.” Eric did so, penis pointing up.

I got behind him and kissed his ear as I took his teenage penis in my hand. Stroking it slowly, I lined it up so that the tip was poking into Samantha’s vagina and whispered to him, “Whenever you’re ready, just push forward.”

Eric took a moment to collect himself and then I felt him start moving, the shaft of his wonderful fourteen-year-old virgin penis sliding past my hand and going up into Samantha’s tight eighteen-year-old vagina. Soon he was completely within her, my thumb and forefinger circling around the base of his shaft. I eventually let go of that and the boy was now inside his first girl.

“Whoa,” he said a little out of breath. “I’m really doing it, aren’t I?”

“You are,” I said, caressing his body and rubbing my penis against his bare ass. “How’s it feel.”

“Nice,” Eric whispered after a moment. “Very, very nice.”

I put my hands on his hips, pushing and pulling in time with his first thrusts. “Try to keep it as deep inside her as you can,” I said, remembering Samantha’s advice from earlier.

“Ok,” Eric gasped as he had his first fuck with a girl.

“That’s good,” Samantha whispered. “You’ve got a good one, Eric… you’re good…”

“Thanks,” he said a little breathlessly.

My penis was still resting against Eric’s butt while he fucked Samantha. I was getting serious stimulation from him each time he thrust. I longed to slide myself up inside of him, but I knew he’d not be really comfy with that idea, at least not yet. Maybe some other time.

Eric had started pumping faster. “I think… I’m gonna cum soon…” he panted.

“Oh, god, yes,” Samantha whispered. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him fiercely.

That was apparently enough. Eric grunted and moaned and his steady rhythm faltered. His entire body began twitching. I pictured his penis firing off inside Samantha’s vagina, his sperm shooting into her in search of an egg to fertilize. The vision I’d had last night was coming true.

Eric pulled himself up a little. “Wow,” he said in a laughing tone. “That was great…”

“So you liked it?” Samantha purred.

“Oh, yeah!”

“Good.” She kissed his nose. “Me, too.”

“Thanks,” he said, kissing her nose in return. Then he looked back at me. “Thank you, too, Chance.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, massaging his firm little butt.

“You want a turn?” he asked.

Shrugging I said, “Sure, if Samantha doesn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” she said with a tired grin.

Eric withdrew his young penis from Samantha’s vagina. It was glistening with wetness and a little string of sperm connected him to her briefly before breaking as he turned to lay on his back next to her, smiling with the sweet afterglow of lost virginity.

I now got between Samantha’s legs. With the combination of my fucking her earlier and now watching Eric fuck her, I had no problems at all getting my penis into her vagina. As I settled down into her I at least imagined that I could feel Eric’s sperm caressing me as I began fucking.

From the second I started moving, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I could see Eric’s lean naked body lying only a short distance from me and knowing that his penis had just been inside the vagina mine now occupied was an incredible turn-on. It was less than two minutes before my own sperm joined Eric’s on the quest for pregnantion.

Once I was done fucking, I joined my friends on the bed. I lit up a cigarette and we passed it around, not saying anything, just relaxing in the happiness of joyful sex.

Eric fucked Samantha about five times that night. I only fucked her once more, but I enjoyed masturbating while watching him going to town. At one point while he was fucking her, he asked if he could blow me a little more and kept going on me until I climaxed into his mouth, his own orgasm happening inside Samantha’s vagina mere seconds later.

The three of us spent many, many happy nights fucking our brains out. Eventually I got to fuck Eric while he fucked Samantha and then he did the same to me. We all had the most fantastic weeks of our lives.

At the end of the month, Eric and I found out that Samantha wasn’t on the Pill or anything. She missed her period and was obviously pregnant by one or the other of us. As none of us were ready for kids, I scraped (as it were), up enough money to get her an abortion. The pregnancy was over with, but the memories caused problems and Samantha never had sex with us again.

Eric and I continued to screw on a pretty regular basis. He came to really enjoy sex with me, though he refused to ever have sex with any other guys. It was a pretty sweet time for me, having an underage boy as my lover whenever I wanted him.

One day, though, Eric didn’t come home from his daily wanderings. Three weeks of worry and concern went past before I finally got an email from him. He’d been picked up by the police and returned to the foster system, ending up with a different family then the one he’d ran away from.

Eric told me in the next few emails that I got from him that he really missed me and he really loved me but it was time for him to move on and actually try and do something with his life. He’d settled in at the new place and was going to school. He also had a girlfriend who, he assured me, he always used condoms with when they fucked. He was happy and though he’d always think well of me, he said he probably wouldn’t ever see me again.

So far it’s been five years since I last saw him or heard from him. I still think about him from time to time, but just recently I picked up a fifteen-year-old gay boy off the streets and now he lives with me. Life for myself and Eric both has moved on.

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk.

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Parker’s Present


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October 27, 2008

Parker’s Present
By
Alex Hawk

I was bummed because my brother was bummed. His name was Parker and he’d turned twelve today. Both our parents were out of town on business all week, though, which meant he hadn’t had much of a birthday. They’d promised him something very nice when they came back, but it still wasn’t the same.

To make matters worse, I’d tried to bake him a cake when I got back from my classes (I was taking late afternoon classes at a local community college, hoping that would lead me to a good future). I was eighteen, smart, capable and shouldn’t have had any problem with baking a cake. But I’d burned it to a crisp.

“I’m really sorry,” I said to him again as we looked at the charred mess that had come out of the oven.

Parker shrugged. “That’s ok, Laney. I know you tried.”

We ate dinner in silence after that, then Parker went quietly up to his bedroom, leaving me feeling totally crappy because now I had nothing for him (his cake was meant to be his birthday present. I was poor and couldn’t afford anything decent). I started to think about what else I might be able to give him as a present.

I went into the living room to watch some TV while I thought, but after a couple hours I still couldn’t think of anything. A little depressed, I shut off the TV and walked quietly upstairs, figuring I might as well turn in early.

As I moved by Parker’s bedroom door, I could hear a very faint sound, almost right on the edge of hearing. I paused for a second and listened. After a moment I figured out what it was. Springs. Bedsprings. Squeaking in a very steady, rhythmic pattern.

I had to stifle a giggle. It was pretty obvious what my little brother was up to right now. He’d obviously decided to give himself a little birthday present. Well, that was ok. At least he’d feel a little better.

I went into my bedroom and started undressing for bed. Once I was naked I laid down and reached for my lap to turn off the light. Then I paused, a thought playing through my mind. I shook my head and refused to let it settle. Click, and the light went off.

But the thought returned, slowly and quietly. I fought back against it, refusing to pay any attention, but it persisted. Finally I decided to confront it directly. The thought was this: Maybe, just maybe, I could give my little brother the ultimate present. His first fuck with a girl.

I shook my head. No. This would be ten kinds of wrong. Not only was he my little brother, but he was only just barely twelve. I hadn’t lost my virginity until I was… well, ok, I’d been twelve, too, but MORE twelve than he was.

Still… while there were a dozen or so good reasons not to do it with him, were there any good reasons TO do it with him? Well, it would be a present I wouldn’t have to pay for, which was good. It’d certainly make him happy, which was good. Plus, well, I hadn’t been laid in a few months. Getting fucked again would be nice, even if it was with my little brother. Even better, I wouldn’t have to make him wear a condom, cause it would be his first time. Since I was on the Pill, pregnancy wouldn’t be an issue.

I tried to fight back on the thoughts even as my hand drifted down between my legs. No, no, no. I couldn’t have sex with my little brother. That would be just bad as bad can be. I mean, there was no way it could be a good idea.

But maybe… well… maybe…

I sat up abruptly. Ok. I couldn’t let him fuck me, right, but I could at least do a few other things with him, couldn’t I? Just so that he would learn a few things, maybe get off, certainly have a better birthday than he had so far.

A little tingle went through my vagina as I turned the light back on and grabbed my bathrobe. Yes. I’d do a little bit of stuff with him. Just enough to give him an education about sex, but not enough to actually get fucked by him. That’d work.

Before I could chicken out, I went into the hall and knocked on Parker’s bedroom door. His light was still on, so I was pretty sure he was awake, and I hadn’t heard the bedsprings, so I guess he was done with that.

“What?” came his voice.

“Let me in for a second.”

“Ok.” He came up and unlocked his bedroom door. As he opened it, I saw he was wearing only a t-shirt and boxers. Good. “What?”

“I have a birthday present for you,” I said with a smile.

“Oh?” Parker perked up a little. “What is it?”

“Sit on your bed and close your eyes.”

“Ok.” He did so.

I took a breath. This was it. I unwrapped my robe and let it drop to the ground. Then I softly said, “Ok, open your eyes.”

Parker did so, and then opened his eyes even wider as he looked at my nude body. His mouth opened and he squeaked out, “You’re naked!”

“Yes, I know.”

“Why are you naked!?”

“Well…” I sat down on his bed as he moved away a little. “I’m naked cause I’m going to give you a present. I’m going to teach you all about girls.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“So…” I sat back on my brother’s bed and spread my legs, grateful that I kept my pubic hair to a minimum. “Anything you wanna know?”

“Uh… god… I don’t know…” He looked at my naked body. “I mean… this is all… you know… like a surprise.”

“Aren’t birthday presents supposed to be?” I said with a smile.

Parker grinned back. “Yeah.”

“So?”

“Uhm…” He looked at me some more. “Uh… I just don’t know what I should ask about.”

“Ask anything.”

“Ok… well… where does the boy… you know… stick it in?” Parker asked with a blush.

“That’s easy. Right here.” I reached down and spread my vagina open with my fingers, giving my brother a good look.

“Oh! Wow…” He peered down. “Cool.”

“You can stick your finger in there, if you want,” I said, already prepared to at least go that far.

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. Just lick it so that it’s wet and slide it right inside.”

“Ok.”

Nervously, Parker liked his index finger. It shook slightly as he moved it down between my legs. I closed my eyes in anticipation and then felt the sensation of his finger slowly sliding down into my wet vagina. I let out a little sigh of pleasure and opened my eyes as I pulled my fingers away.

“See?” I said.

“Yeah… wow…”

I felt him wiggling his finger around inside me. It was very nice. I grinned at him. “That feels good.”

“It does?”

“Yeah.” Looking down I could see the tent in Parker’s boxers. “Why don’t you get out of your clothes, too?”

Parker looked at himself. “Me?”

“Yes.”

He licked his lips as he thought for a moment, then nodded and pulled off first his t-shirt then his boxers, letting his virgin penis pop into view. It was still totally hairless and probably only about four inches long. Looked nice, though.

“You can touch my breasts, too, if you want,” I said to him.

“Ok.” Parker reached over and tentatively rested one of his hands on one of my breasts. He rubbed at it a little. “Feels neat.”

“I bet it does,” I said with a smile.

Parker blushed. “I liked it better when I had my finger in you, though.”

I laughed. “So did I! You can put it back in if you want to.”

“Ok.” My brother crouched between my legs and slid his finger back into my vagina.

I let out another happy sigh. I’m sure he was enjoying his birthday present, but I was certainly not minding it much myself! The boy had no real experience, but he was a quick learner and had good instincts.

Suddenly I gave in to what I really wanted. “Parker?”

“Yeah?”

“Get on top of me.”

Parker blinked. “On top?” he asked weakly.

“Yes.”

Swallowing visibly, Parker moved his lean, naked body between my spread legs. As he settled on top of me I felt the tip of his penis brush lightly against my vagina. He looked at me with an expression of tension and desire on his face.

“Now what?” he whispered.

“What do you think?”

I felt him shaking a little as he whispered, “Am I going to…” He trailed off.

“Say it,” I said.

Parker took a deep breath and shifted his weight a little, sliding his penis against my clitoris. “Am I going to… to fuck you?”

“Do you want to?” I asked, reaching between our naked bodies to take my little brother’s penis in my hand, stroking it slowly.

“Oh… oh… yes, I do…” he moaned.

Still slightly unable to believe I was actually doing this, but happy I was able to make my brother feel good for his birthday, I put him into position and pushed down on his cute little butt, feeling his twelve-year-old virgin penis slowly slide into my tight, wet, eighteen-year-old vagina.

“Oh, god, Laney,” he whispered as he sank into me. “I can’t… I can’t believe I’m… really inside you…”

“You are,” I said, wrapping my legs around his nude body.

“Oh, this feels so nice…”

I grinned. “Happy birthday, Parker.”

“Thanks…”

Parker fucked me in silence after that. It was strange to me to think that I had my little brother’s preteen penis inside my vagina, but it felt pretty nice and the kink of it was enough of a turn-on to make up for the strangeness.

After about two minutes, Parker’s breathing began to really increase. I knew he was close to cumming. I held him tight as closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure as my brother’s penis began to kick and twitch inside me. I didn’t feel any sperm splashing out, so I guessed he wasn’t making any yet. Still felt nice.
When Parker was done cumming, he pulled out and laid next to me, trying to get his breath back. I held him close, cuddling up to him and happy that I’d given him the best birthday present he could’ve ever hoped for.

“So do I still get a cake?”

Or maybe not.

END

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Caeca invidia est.

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