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Boys For Hire – The Escort

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, Prostitution, Straight, Teens |

December 23, 2008

Boys for Hire – The Escort
By
Alex Hawk

I paced nervously through my hotel room, waiting for the knock on the door. I was expecting company. Company of a very specific sort. Company of a type I’d never really had before.

A few weeks ago a friend of mine had stumbled onto an escort service that specializes in providing male escorts for female clients. I’d never used such a service before and had zero interest in using one now, but then my friend had explained to me the “special” escorts this particular company provides.
See, it wasn’t a legal company. Well, part of it was, but they also had an illegal side, specializing in providing boys as young as twelve for women. Even after my friend told me about that aspect of the company, I still wasn’t really interested.

Then she started to tell me about how great and wonderful the sex was, and how it was much better than any sex she’d ever had before. She went on about the beauty of the boys and how wonderful it was to “get together” with one. She made it sound so fantastic that almost before I knew it, I was on the phone to the company, giving the special code words and making an appointment. One cashier’s check for five-hundred dollars taken to a drop-spot later and I was set to go.

I paced a little faster now, stopping every once in a while to adjust my clothes or hair. I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea. I mean, I was about to commit two crimes (statutory rape and solicitation of a prostitute). Given my job (I worked with homeless youths), there was no way this was a good idea.

I kept reaching for the phone, trying to make myself call and cancel, but I always stopped before I finished dialing. I knew this was a very bad idea, but I kept thinking about what my friend had told me about the wonderful sex she’d had with the boys she’d hired. That kept me from cancelling.

I don’t want it to sound like I’m some sad, lonely woman. I’m not. I was thirty-one, but I was reasonably good looking and never hurting for male company when I wanted it. Most of the sex I’d had, though, had been pretty dull, and so perhaps doing it with a young boy, and a well-trained young boy at that, would be what I would need.

I looked at the clock. Five more minutes, I thought. Five more minutes and then I’d call and cancel and-

There was a knock at the door.

Swallowing hard, I walked nervously to the door. Peering through the peephole I saw a boy. I couldn’t tell much about his looks due to the distortion caused by the peephole lens, but he looked like he was probably cute. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. He was young, probably only thirteen or fourteen. Certainly the youngest boy I’d ever planned to fuck.

I never appreciated before just how young a boy that age could look. The fact that he was a prostitute at that age filled me with sympathy, but was also a major turn on. I felt very guilty that I was going to use this young boy for sex, but also, well, really horny.

Looks-wise he was very cute. He had curly brown hair, blue eyes, smooth skin and a thin body. I pictured him naked and nearly came without even touching myself.

“Hi,” I managed to reply.

“Can I come in?” he asked after a moment.

“Oh, yes, sure, come on in.” I stood aside as the boy walked into the room. He had an adorable ass.

“I’m Jeremy,” he said once the door was closed.

“Hi,” I said again. “I’m Julia.”

“That’s a nice name,” he said with a smile. He set down the small backpack he was carrying.

“Thanks.”

“You’re really hot, too,” Jeremy said, smiling again.

“No, I’m not,” I said, blushing in spite of myself.

“Sure you are,” he said. “See what you do to me?” He reached down and took hold of his obviously stiff penis, showing the outline through his tight jeans.

“I see,” I said with a nervous smile of my own.

Jeremy took a step towards me. “Is this your first time with a boy my age?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Standing close now, he kissed me gently on the cheek. “I’ll give you your money’s worth, don’t worry.”

I smiled again. “Ok.”

Jeremy took a couple steps back. Keeping his eyes locked with mine he started to undress. He began by pulling off his t-shirt, showing a smooth, hairless chest. Then he unbuttoned, slowly lowered his jeans and stepped out of them. Now clad only in a small silver necklace and a pair of white boxer briefs, under which I could clearly see the outline of his stiff penis, he moved towards me again.

“You like me?” he asked, placing one of my hands on his bare chest.

“I like you,” I said. Then, “How old are you?”

With a sly grin, he said, “How old do you want me to be?”

I laughed a little. “Your actual age.”

“I just turned fourteen last month.”

“Ah,” I said, a little thrill going through me.

“Yeah.” Jeremy moved my hand off his chest and down to the front of his boxers where he placed it directly over his penis. It felt like there was a hot, steel bar under the fabric. In a somewhat husky voice he said, “You’re gonna get fucked by a fourteen-year-old. You like that idea?”

“Yeah…”

“Good.” Taking both of my hands in his, he moved them back onto his ass. “You’d better get naked, then.”

“Ok.” Feeling embarrassed and shy, I started undressing. I didn’t try to make it anything special. I just took off all my clothes until I stood naked before the boy.

“Oh, really hot!” Jeremy said.

“I am not,” I said, feeling myself blush.

“Yeah, you are! I’d fuck you even if I wasn’t getting paid.”

Feeling flattered despite myself, I said, “You’d better get naked, then.”

Jeremy laughed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slowly lowered them down. Now he stood naked before me. His pubic hair was the same light brown color as the hair on his head, but trimmed considerably. His beautiful adolescent penis was only about five inches, but it was very hard and I knew it was going to feel great inside me.

“So you have me for two hours,” Jeremy said, moving close to me. “I can probably cum three times in two hours. Maybe four.”

“Cool,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, reaching down to rub a finger along my clitoris. “I’ll see if I can make you cum that many times, too.”

“Ok.”

“Why don’t you lay down?” he suggested, gesturing to the bed. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“Alright.” I walked over to the bed and lay down, spreading my legs a little. “How many women have you been with?” I asked.

Shrugging, Jeremy said, “A lot. Like probably over two-hundred since I was eleven.”

“Oh.”

I wanted to ask Jeremy a lot more questions and learn more about him. Part of me wanted to see if I could get him out of being a prostitute. Then any questions I might’ve had were pushed to the back of my mind as Jeremy dropped down into a crouch between my legs.

“You’ll like this,” he said to me, and then started using his tongue on me. He began by licking my clitoris and then down onto and into my vagina and then I completely lost track of what he was doing and just laid there on the bed, my mind almost paralyzed with pleasure.

Jeremy worked his tongue on me for about five minutes. It felt great! He was better at it than most men twice his age, and would’ve gotten me off fairly quickly no matter what. But what made me cum was two things: the fact that he was only fourteen and the view I had when I looked down between my legs and saw his young face down there, working away on me. Those two things pushed me over into one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.

By the time I came back to myself, I saw Jeremy standing between my legs, smiling down at me.

“Good, huh?”

“Yeah!” I gasped. “Worth every penny.”

He laughed. “Just wait until you see what’s next.”

“Ok.”

Jeremy walked over to his backpack, giving me a great view of his firm, round ass. He pulled out a small foil square. Opening it up, he pulled out a condom. Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly rolled the condom down the length of his young penis.

“You ready to get fucked by a fourteen-year-old boy?” he asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes.”

“Good.”

Jeremy stood between my legs again. This time he took hold of them, lifting them up and putting them on his shoulders. Then he took one hand and lined himself up. Grinning at me he gave a push with his hips and enthusiastically sank his condom-covered fourteen-year-old penis into my thirty-one-year-old vagina.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as the boy penetrated me.

“Oh… yeah, you’re nice and tight…” Jeremy said with a smile as he started moving inside me.

Normally I kept my eyes closed during intercourse and just concentrated on how good it felt. This time, though, I kept them open and watched Jeremy’s lean, sexy body as he stood between my legs fucking me. God, he was incredible! No wonder my friend decided she liked boys better than men. I could see myself moving that way.

“You like?” he asked as he kept fucking me.

“Oh, yeah…”

“Me, too…” He looked over my naked body. “In fact… you’re so hot… I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Oh, god,” I whispered. The very idea of this boy having an orgasm was enough to push me into my second one, this time with my vagina clenching around his young penis as he laid me.

“Oh… oh, fuck, yeah…” Jeremy moaned. Then he closed his eyes, pushed deep inside me, and started cumming. Watching him do so was every bit as beautiful as I’d imagined it would be.

When he was done cumming, Jeremy stood between my legs, trying to get his breath back. He grinned at me again.

“Good?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I said with a relaxed smile of my own.

“Cool.” He pulled back, his penis slipping out of me. He unrolled the filled condom and tied it into a knot before dropping it into the trash. That done, he got a can of Red Bull out of his backpack, opened it up, took a swig and then laid down on the bed next to me.

A couple minutes of us laying next to each other went by before curiosity finally got the better of me and I said, “Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“Not that I’m complaining, cause that was some very good sex, but don’t you think you’re a little… well, young for this?”

He shrugged. “You know, when I was eleven I was homeless and slept in shelters or a box. Then one day I met a recruiter for my company. A week later I’d fucked my first woman- she paid extra for me cause I was a virgin- and I was living indoors, getting regular meals and going to school.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not too young to be selling my body. I am too young to be dying out on the streets.”

“Oh,” I said again. “Well, it’s a beautiful body.”

Jeremy laughed. “Glad you like it. You gonna hire me again sometime?”

“Probably.”

“Good.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I like you. Some of the women I work with can be pretty unpleasant, but you’re nice.”

“Thanks,” I said, even though I knew he was probably just saying things like that in hope of a good tip. Which he was earning.

“You ever want to try something really different, you should see some of the other things the company offers.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Like there’s the Reynolds twins. They’re both thirteen. They do each other and do the woman who hires them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. There’s some women who like seeing boys do each other. I’ve gone out on a few calls like that myself.”

“Oh, so you’ve been with other boys?” I asked, picturing such a thing and getting a little hornier as I did so.

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s not as much fun as it is with a woman, but still cool.”

“Oh.”

“Then there’s some the other services,” he continued, sounding like a pitchman, which I supposed he was.

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s this one woman who every month drops ten thousand dollars to have fifteen of us over for the night at her place. All she ever wants to do is lay on her back and have each of us fuck her, one after the other.”

“Interesting.”

“Then there’s the stud service,” he said.

I blinked. “Stud service?”

“Yeah. Some women love the idea of a young boy getting them pregnant.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s a thousand dollars per session, but some are willing to pay for that. Oh, and if it takes more than ten sessions, it’s free after that.”

“Oh.” I thought for a moment. “Have you ever done that?”

Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got fifteen different women pregnant since I was twelve. Never once more than eight sessions,” he added with pride.

“Wow,” I said, absorbing that.

“Yeah, that’s what I always have to wear condoms when I fuck. The company doesn’t want anyone getting a discount kid out of it.”

I laughed.

“Are you on the Pill?” Jeremy asked me.

“Yeah.”

With a shrug he said, “Well, since you’re on the Pill, I’ll do you bareback if you want. Cum inside you and everything. Just an extra hundred dollars.”

“Sounds like you’re just trying to get some extra cash,” I said with a laugh.

Jeremy laughed, too, and said, “Yeah, well, that plus I’d love to cum in you. You’re real hot, like I said, and even if I can’t get you pregnant, the idea of doing what I’d do to get a woman pregnant, and doing it with you, is really cool.”

I looked down at Jeremy’s stiff, young and currently bare, penis and said, “I guess an extra hundred would be doable.”

“Cool.” He took his underage erection in his hand and wiggled it. “Wanna go for a ride?”

I laughed. “That sounds like a good idea.”

I straddled Jeremy’s waist and took hold of his teenage penis. Lining it up, I slowly lowered my vagina down around it until he was all the way inside me. I knew barebacking with him was not smart, given that he was a prostitute, after all, but it felt better for me and I was sure it felt better for him, too.

“Aw, fuck,” Jeremy said with a giggle. “Wow, that’s nice. You’re so tight.”

“Glad you like it,” I said, riding him slowly. Well, at first slowly. But before long I was moving with real passion, enjoying the sight of the naked boy underneath me. God, he was so damn sexy!

“You keep that up and I’ll probably shoot soon…” Jeremy whispered after a couple minutes.

“Cool… cum in me…”

“Ah… oh… ok, if you… insist… ah!” Jeremy put his hands on my hips and thrust hard up into me. I felt his penis twitching as his sperm released into my vagina. My own orgasm came a few moments later.

Now spent and somewhat tired, I dismounted and fell onto the bed next to my naked boy lover. He gave me a hug.

“That was great!” he said with a grin. “You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks.”

Jeremy continued, “You ever think of going pro? I mean, I know the company could use someone like you. You’re hot and you’re good in bed.”

I felt myself blushing. “Well, even if that were the case, which I don’t think it is, I wouldn’t want to go off with older men. I think I like boys now.” I smiled and ran a hand down Jeremy’s bare chest.

He giggled. “Well, we do have like six women who do nothing but boys.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes they go out on calls to teenage boys, but mostly what they do is train boys like me. Our virginities get sold, but after that we get sent to one of the women to get trained on how to be really good in bed.”

“Ah.” I thought about that. “Well, whoever trained you did a good job.”

Jeremy giggled again. “Thanks!”

We hugged some more and started touching. Moments later I was laying on my back as Jeremy fucked me again, my hands resting on the firm globes of his teenage ass. After he came that time, we relaxed a little more, then did doggie-style. Finally we fucked one last time while taking a shower together. He went a couple minutes over his two hour limit, but neither of us seemed bothered by that.

When Jeremy finally put on his clothes (after I took a couple nude photos of him with my cell phone), I gave him two hundred dollars. The first hundred was to cover the fee for the barebacking and the second was as a tip, though I felt pretty certain both would remain his.

I also felt very certain I’d hire some more boys as soon as I could afford to.

END

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

There may be a sequel to this. I’m not sure yet. Meantime, enjoy!

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Boykiller

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, First Time, Necro, Snuff, Straight, Tweens |

October 15, 2008

Boykiller
By
Alex Hawk

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta said. She was lying naked on her bed with her legs spread.

Between those legs was a naked twelve-year-old boy named Lucas. He’d never had sex before, but now he was about to lose his virginity to this wonderfully nice twenty-one-year old woman! He felt so lucky! Just wait until his friends heard about this!

Very carefully, very uncertainly, and nervous as hell, Lucas gave a little push with his hips and watched as his twelve-year-old virgin penis disappeared into Alesta’s vagina. As he sank his young, almost hairless erection into her, he let out a little moan of pure pleasure and slowly started fucking, knowing that he’d probably cum soon, but not really caring.

“That’s right,” Alesta whispered, putting her hands under the pillow behind her head. “Fuck me good, little boy.”

Lucas did as he was told, keeping his eyes closed and savoring the delightful feeling of having his penis in a woman’s vagina for the very first time! His body began to tense as his orgasm approached. It’d be the best orgasm of his life!

It was also his last. Just as Lucas started to cum, Alesta’s hands flew from under the pillows, a sharp knife in each one. Each knife slid into Lucas’ naked, preteen body, right between his ribs. Both lungs were punctured, and one of the blades severed the boy’s heart.

Lucas’ eyes flew open. What had been a world of happiness and bliss was suddenly a world of pain and fear. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing but a faint gurgle and a lot of blood issued forth. He tried to pull away from Alesta, but she’d locked her legs around his hips, trapping him against her. Lucas looked into Alesta’s eyes, trying to understand what was happening, but he couldn’t make sense of anything. Slowly his vision faded and everything went dark. The light would never shine again for him.

Alesta’s vagina began contracting around Lucas’ penis as he finally died, his smooth body moving no longer. She gave the dead boy a little kiss and then rolled out from under him, looking at the body of the dead child. Very cute! And he’d never turn into an adult. He’d never be a man. That was what made her happiest.
Whistling a jolly little tune, Alesta went and cleaned up. Later on she’d dispose of the dead boy. He was the twenty-third boy she’d killed since she started at the age of fifteen. She’d gotten good at the murdering. And the body disposal.

Now she just had to plan the next one…

* * *

A full two weeks went by before Alesta felt the need to kill again. She went out to a local beach where lots of boys hung out. She’d find the perfect one, lure him to her car, take him to her house and then… well, he’d eventually wind up joining poor little Lucas.

Down at the beach, Alesta stripped down to her bikini and looked around, checking out all the cute boys. She considered and rejected several before finally picking one. He was wearing a pair of board shorts, looked to be about fifteen, had curly blond hair and a very nice body. He’d be perfect.

She approached the boy and started talking with him about incidentals. He was indeed fifteen, she found out, and named Daniel. After another fifteen minutes or so of talking, she got him to go with her back to the van she drove. To just hang out, she said. As soon as the boy agreed, it was also she could do not to cheer. Within an hour this lovely teenage boy would be dead.

When they got to the van, they sat in the back. The windows were heavily tinted. No one would see inside. Alesta looked Daniel over. The boy was still wearing only his board shorts.

“You have a really nice body,” she said to him.

“Thanks.” He felt happy that an older woman was noticing him!

“I bet you work out a lot.”

“Sometimes.”

Alesta placed a hand on Daniel’s chest and ran it down to his stomach. “Very nice.”

“Thanks,” he said, now sounding a little nervous.

“You must get laid a lot,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Uh… well, actually…” Daniel blushed. “I’m still a virgin,” he mumbled.

“That’s ok, Daniel. Everyone’s a virgin to start with.”

Daniel didn’t say anything, but he was now acutely aware of how hard his penis was.

Alesta seemed to notice. She reached down and caressed his shaft through his shorts, and then slowly buttoned and unzipped them, reaching into his underwear to pull out his erect teenage penis.

“So you’ve never had a girl lucky enough to have this inside her?” Alesta purred, stroking the boy’s penis slowly.

“N… no…” Daniel said, closing his eyes, unable to guess where this was headed, but happy to make the journey.

“I bet you’d love to fuck me,” Alesta said, leaning close and whispering into the boy’s ear.

“Yeah…”

“Good…” Alsesta pulled off the bikini bottoms, exposing her vagina to the young virgin. “Why don’t we go back to my place and get you laid?”

“Alright,” Daniel said through a haze of sexual energy.

“Take those shorts off,” Alesta suggested. “And stay back there. I don’t want to lose any time when we get to my house.”

Daniel did as he was told and sat in the back of the van, naked, hard, horny and a little overwhelmed by everything. For lack of anything better to do during the drive, he found himself nervously masturbating. Not planning to have an orgasm, just trying to calm down.

When they got to her house, Alesta pressed the button on the garage door opener and pulled the van inside. Once the door was closed, she got back into the back seat with Daniel.

“Well… here we are… ready to fuck?”

“Are you… are you really going to let me?” he whispered.

“Oh, yes.” Alesta sat up and pulled off her bikini top. Now nude, she got out of the van and said, “Follow me.”

Daniel followed Alesta as she led him back to her bedroom. He couldn’t believe that was actually going to get laid! As Lucas before him, he felt like he must be the luckiest boy in the world.

Alesta took hold of Daniel’s penis and gave it a couple slow strokes as she pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the lips. The boy really was beautiful, she though. One of the best looking kids she’d ever planned to kill. At least he wouldn’t grow up to be some horribly hairy, ugly man. She’d spare him the ravages of time.

Alesta ran her hands down the boy’s bare muscular chest and said to him, “Lay down. I’ll do all the work.”

“Alright,” Daniel whispered, lying down on the bed.

Once Daniel was lying down, Alesta got on top of him, straddling his waist. She took hold of his penis, rubbing it against her vagina. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Daniel managed to whisper. He’d been ready for this ever since puberty started!

Little did he know that it would be one of the last things ever to happen to him. Alesta rubbed against him some more and then slowly lowered her twenty-one-year-old vagina down around Daniel’s lovely fifteen-year-old virgin penis. She let out a little whisper of pleasure as he entered her. Now his fate was sealed. He would die. He had to die.

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered.

Daniel moaned slightly and pushed up, feeling his penis being wrapped in the exquisite warmth of his first vagina. Now he knew for a fact that he was the luckiest boy in the universe! So wrapped up in what he was feeling as he began to fuck, he didn’t notice Alesta’s hands coming to rest on either side of his naked young body, didn’t notice one of the hands reaching under the pillow to pull out a sharp knife.

Alesta rode the naked young boy expertly. She’d been trained well over the years. Each time she got fucked by a boy, she knew it was going to be his last experience ever, so she always wanted to make it as good for him as she could.

Underneath Alesta’s body, Daniel was lost in a world of total bliss. He’d never felt anything so good as this! He felt his orgasm approaching and tried to hold off, wanting for Alesta to enjoy this as much as he was. But it was to no anvil. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut, Daniel felt his penis start kicking as his sperm fired off.

As soon as Alesta felt Daniel’s sperm splashing into her vagina, she made her move, slicing downward with her arm. It was easy for her to find the target, since Daniel’s head was thrown back into the pillow. All she had to do was draw her knife across his exposed throat, slicing through flesh, blood and cartilage.

Daniel’s eyes slammed open and a faint hissing, gurgling sound issued from the gaping wound in his throat. He reached up to Alesta and tried to get the knife from her, but she held it far away from him, holding his naked body down with hers as his blood sprayed out all over the bed. Alesta wasn’t concerned. She knew how to take care of evidence.

The boy’s movements began to slow as the flow of blood went from spurts to a mere trickle. Finally he stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped doing anything, his dead eyes wide open and showing pain, confusion and betrayal.

Alesta climaxed as the teenage boy under her died, just as she always did. When she was done with her own pleasure, she got off Daniel’s motionless body. Leaning down she gave him a tender kiss on his dead lips, smiling to herself and feeling the usual surge of victory and power.

Alesta ducked into the shower, getting herself nice and clean. Later today she’d trek Daniel’s body out to the usual place and dump him with Lucas and the others. She wished she could give them a better funeral than what they ended up with, but c’est la morte.

She’d just finished the shower and put on a bathrobe when she heard a knock on the front door. Curious, she went over and peered at the front porch through the thick curtains over her windows.

There was a boy at her door.

She regarded him for a few seconds. Probably thirteen or so. Tasseled brown hair, nice enough looking clothes. Very cute face. Nice body. She briefly pictured him naked and thrusting on top of her as his virginity fled his young body, then slashing him open and watching his life flee as well.

Alesta hadn’t ever done two boys in one day, except for back a couple years ago when she had twin eleven-year-old boys at her mercy. Killing one boy after another had been quite fun. Now she had the chance to do it again. There was a slight risk because she hadn’t dealt with Daniel’s body yet, but she figured she could just do this one in the living room.

Loosening her robe belt just slightly, she went to the front door and opened it.

“Yes?” she asked politely.

The boy stared at her briefly, eyes focused mostly on her partially exposed breasts. “Uh… hi!” he managed to say after a bit. “My name is Taylor. I’m a student at Garfield Junior High and I’m selling candy to raise money for my school.” He shook a little box of candy bars.

Alesta smiled her sweetest, most disarming smile. “Well. I’m Alesta. Why don’t you come inside for a little bit and we’ll see what you have.”

“Ok,” Taylor said, very pleased. He’d not been able to move more than two bars of candy after spending a full hour walking around. Now there was at least a chance he’d get a sale!

“So your name is Taylor, you said?” Alesta asked as she shut the door behind the boy, quietly, but firmly, locking it.

“Yeah.”

“Kind of like Taylor Hanson, huh?” she said with a sweet smile. THERE was a boy she’d wanted bad. But now he’d started to age and was married and had a child. Alesta sighed softly. She could have spared him the ravages of time.

“Yeah, I guess. I was never really into Hanson.”

“So what sort of candy do you have? Here, sit next to me,” she said, plopping herself onto the couch and patting a space next to her.

Taylor sat down and opened up his candy box. He ran through the various choices and then when he was done, Alesta said, “I’ll take them all!”

Taylor blinked and smiled in happy surprise. “Really? Wow! Cool! You’re the best!”

Alesta laughed, a throaty laugh, full of danger, though Taylor didn’t recognize the sound. “I’m glad you’re happy.” She stood, her robe falling open a little, just enough to expose one of her breasts. Taylor drew in a sharp breath. Alesta looked down at him.

“Something wrong?”

“Uh… no!” With great effort he tore his eyes away.

Alesta laughed again. “You were taking a peek, weren’t you?”

“No, no!” Taylor lied hurriedly.

“It’s alright,” she said with a sweet smile. “I don’t mind.” She let her robe fall open a little more, exposing both breasts fully. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman naked before?”

Taylor could only shake his head. He was confused as hell, but was willing to go with it. It wasn’t every day that a beautiful woman let him see her like this!

“Do you want to see more?” she purred, pleased that his inexperience likely meant he was still a virgin.

“Uh… sure, I guess! I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. Why should I mind? I’ll tell you what… if you take off your shirt, I’ll let you see me totally naked.”

“You will?” Taylor squeaked, unable to believe this was really happening.

“Of course.” She lowered the robe just a little more, enough to really tease the child.

Taylor knew he shouldn’t be here and shouldn’t be doing this, but he really couldn’t resist. The chance to see a real life naked woman! Wow! His already very hard young penis twitched with total excitement and anticipation.

“Ok,” he replied. Nervously he sat up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his hairless, teenage chest.

Alesta moved close and ran a finger down the boy’s body. “Oh, very nice…”

“Thank you,” he said with a little gasp.

“You can touch me if you want to,” Alesta suggested, knowing that few boys indeed would ever turn down the chance to touch her. They certainly hadn’t turned down the chance when she’d been six.

Moving uncertainly, Taylor reached out a hand and gently ran it along one of Alesta’s breasts. His penis kicked with pure glee at the thought of what he was doing.

“Ready to see the rest?” Alesta asked.

“Oh, yes…” the young boy whispered, not aware that at this point his death was pretty much assured.

Alesta very slowly lowered the rest of her bathrobe until she stood naked in front of this pretty young child. She smiled at him and then sat down on his lap, straddling his waist and gently kissing his surprised looking face.

“You like me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah…”

She wiggled against the boy’s crotch, feeling the hardness of his penis inside his jeans. “I can tell, you know,” she said with a little grin.

Taylor was too overwhelmed to do much more than simply grin back in shy embarrassment.

Alesta ran her hands down Taylor’s chest to his jeans. Once there she unbuttoned them and then unzipped them, reaching inside his boxers to let his young penis pop up into view. She had a brief flashback to earlier in the day with Daniel, then a few other flashbacks that she did her best to crush as she began stroking Taylor’s teenage erection.

“You have a nice one,” she whispered to Taylor as she leaned down and kissed his ear.

“Thank you,” he whispered back.

“You ever done anything like this?”

“No…”

Alesta smiled to herself. The boy was a virgin! Perfect. Now he was doomed. Cute and lovely little thirteen-year-old Taylor would be dead within five minutes, ten at the outside. She’d bury him and Daniel together. Two naked young boys, together and beautiful for all eternity.

Alesta moved slowly, laying herself down on the couch and spreading her legs as one of her hands went under a pillow to find the knife she always kept there.

“You wanna try something really nice?” she asked Taylor, wiggling her hips suggestively.

“You mean…” Taylor swallowed, unable to finish the thought, much less saying what he wanted to say.

“Yes… do you wanna fuck me?”

Taylor’s mouth opened and closed a couple times and then he somehow was able to say, “Yes… oh, yes… can I really?”

“Of course. Just take off those clothes.”

Taylor pulled his pants and boxers off while eyeballing the first vagina he’d ever seen in his life. His penis was going to be in there soon! He’d actually get to fuck a girl less than two months after he’d turned thirteen! None of his friends had managed that yet!

Taylor then rather awkwardly got onto the couch, kneeling between Alesta’s legs. He knew vaguely what he was supposed to do, but wasn’t totally certain. He looked at the older woman’s face, hoping she’d help him without making him ask.

Alesta had seen that look on many a young virgin. She reached down and took Taylor’s penis in her hand and lined it up with her vagina. “Just push it into me,” she whispered.

Taylor nodded and thrust with his hips, feeling the incredible sensation of his nearly hairless thirteen-year-old virgin penis slide deep into Alesta’s twenty-one year old vagina. It was a magnificent place of warmth, wetness and tightness like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was mind boggling!

“Now fuck me, little boy,” Alesta whispered, sealing the boy’s fate.

Taylor, unlike Lucas and Daniel, kept his eyes mostly open as he fucked for the first time. Alesta didn’t think this was any big deal, and it certainly didn’t worry her. It made it even easier for her to tell when he was going to cum. She locked eyes with him, determined to murder the boy as soon as his orgasm began.

Taylor’s naked, thrusting body kept moving on top of Alesta, the young boy fucking her as best as he could, considering it was his first time. As he kept fucking, faster and faster, he could tell that he was going to cum soon and was determined to enjoy his orgasm as much as he’d enjoyed the fucking.

Alesta felt the boy’s body tense and she tightened her grip on the knife. Any second now…

Taylor suddenly let out a loud gasp of pleasure as his penis fired off his first sperm into Alesta’s vagina. He’d kept his eyes locked on hers and must’ve sensed something was awry because he abruptly pulled back just slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make sure that the knife that had been headed for this throat instead cut a nice slice across his upper left arm.

“Shit!” he screamed in pain and confusion and quickly leapt from the couch, sperm still blasting from his teenage penis.

“You little FUCK!” Alesta screamed back at him, totally outraged. Only one other boy had ever managed to dodge her first knife thrust. She’d got him eventually. She’d kept him alive for six days after that. It hadn’t been easy.

Taylor was quick on his feet. Ignoring the pain in his arm he sprinted for the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He dodged an awkward slash from Alesta and picked up a lamp to toss at her. He missed, but her dodge was enough for him to run past her into the rest of the house.

Running into the bedroom he screamed again as he saw another boy, naked and dead, laying on Alesta’s bed, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling, a huge red gash across his throat and blood all over the bedroom.

That could have been me, Taylor thought, scared out of his mind. The sound of Alesta charging into the room was enough to break the spell. He spun around and caught her arm, the two of them falling and landing on the bed. They rolled around on the blood-soaked sheets, at one point even rolling over the body of the poor dead boy.

Finally they rolled off the bed, Taylor on top. He struggled away from Alesta and ran out of the room, vaguely aware of the fact that he was still naked and that his arm was still bleeding, and now his whole body was covered in the blood of some poor dead kid.

Taylor stopped running when he got to the kitchen. He saw a couple carving knives in a knife block and pulled out one. What he saw that really got his attention was a cordless phone. He grabbed it and dialed 911.

“911 emergency, how can I help you?”

“Help! I’m stuck in some crazy lady’s house and she’s trying to kill me!”

“What is your address, please?”

“I don’t know! I-”

“You little FUCK! You’re DEAD!” Alesta screamed as she charged into the room.

Thinking fast, Taylor threw the phone as hard as he could. He was in Little League and knew what he was doing when tossing something with speed and accuracy. The phone arced out of his hand and bonked Alesta right between the eyes. She blinked, glared and then leapt at him, knife in hand.

Alesta either hadn’t seen the knife Taylor was holding or didn’t worry about it. They rolled onto the ground, and Taylor ended up on top. Faster than either he or Alesta would have ever believed, he took the knife in his hand and stabbed it downward, directly at Alesta’s face.

In the years to come Taylor would never forget the sensation of the knife breaking through Alesta’s left-eye. It pierced through the eyeball, down into her brain and embedded itself in the back of her skull. It was one of the most horrible things Taylor had ever felt in his life, and he’d remember it in his nightmares forever.

Underneath his naked body, Alesta twitched once, twice and then let out a slow exhale and stopped moving. Taylor felt her heart flutter and then it, too, stopped. The woman who had murdered twenty-four boys was now herself dead, killed by one of the boy’s she’d tried to do in.

Taylor laid there, half on top of Alesta, breathing hard and trying to make his mind work as he ran over everything that had happened in the last hour. He’d fucked a woman! And she’d tried to kill him. She’d killed another boy. And she’d tried to kill him. He’d killed her. But she’d tried to kill him.

The more Taylor thought about how Alesta had tried to kill him, the more angry he got. He became aware that his penis was hard, and as he looked down at Alesta’s body a thought entered his mind.

“Try to kill me, huh, bitch? Try to stab me! Here, take this!” He lined up his young penis and slid down into her vagina, feeling the still-warm sensation of the woman’s dead body around him as he started fucking her hard and fast. He knew he was going to cum soon, but that didn’t really matter much. All that mattered was making her pay for what she’d done to him and done to the boy in the bedroom and done to god only knew how many other boys.

Taylor finally felt the pleasure of orgasm wash through his body as he heard the sound of sirens in the distance. As soon as he was done cumming, he pulled out of her, and looked down at the woman he’d killed. He wanted to hate her, but right now he was too exhausted. He staggered to his feet and walked into the bedroom where he looked at the boy lying dead on the bed. He wasn’t much older than Taylor. Taylor wondered who he was.

“I’m sorry she got you, dude,” he whispered, going over and brushing a lock of blood-coated hair from the dead boy’s face. “I got her for both of us.”

Taylor then collapsed onto the ground, crying and shaking as the police finally arrived.

Over the course of the next couple weeks the police slowly put together everything that had happened at Alesta’s home. Inside her basement, down in a freezer, they found the severed penises of twenty-three boys, the youngest of which was prepubescent. They figured, correctly, that Daniel and Taylor’s penises would have joined the others had not Taylor stopped Alesta successfully. As for the fact that there’d obviously been post-mortem intercourse between the young boy and his would-be killer, that was left out of every official record. Taylor had been through enough.

Taylor himself spent many, many years in therapy as a result of what he’d been through. He eventually was able to make peace with that horrible day and eventually even fell in love with another man. He never had sex with a woman again and never wanted to. As he once observed, “When your first time is that eventful, you don’t want there to be a second.”

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. C’est la morte.

So there you have it. I’ve written a snuff and necro story. Did it get me off? Yeah, a little. I’m comfortable admitting that. It’s not like I wanna go out and kill people now, though looking at photos of dead teenage boys might be… well, nevermind.

Needless to say, I do NOT condone the behaviors depicted in here. PLEASE don’t go around seducing young boys and killing them. That’s what you might call “wrong”.

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Insemination

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, First Time, Incest, Pregnancy, Siblings, Straight, Teens |

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

Adult/Youth, Bi, Boy/Woman Sex, First Time, Incest, Siblings, Teens |

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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