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Chasing Colt – Chapter Six – Strum und Drang

October 16, 2008

Chasing Colt – Chapter Six – Strum und Drang
By
Alex Hawk

“So what are the rules going to be?” Bryce asked as he, Tyler and I walked off towards the baseball field where the boys played. There was an early morning game the boys were playing in.

It had been three days since we’d mutually molested Tyler. I knew that later that night he and Bryce had apparently fucked their brains out in Tyler’s bed, and I’d let Tyler fuck me four times since that first day. He had to be trained up, after all, much like how I’d taught Bryce everything he knew about male/female sex.

“Rules for what?” I asked.

“For you sleeping with the boys on the team.”

“Well, she has to get fucked by each of them, of course,” said Tyler.

“Yeah, and we need a way to verify that she’s done it. So how about either me or Tyler has to be there to watch and join in?”
I rolled my eyes. “You little monsters just want to get laid some more.”

Grinning widely both boys nodded.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Ok, ok. So if Colt will be the last boy, then which boy should I do first?”

“How about Storm?” suggested Tyler. “I’ve thought about sex with him before. I know he’s probably still a virgin, too.”

“Yeah, Storm’s fuckin’ HOT!” Bryce said enthusiastically.

Storm was thirteen, like most of the other boys on the team (Tobey was twelve and Angelo was fourteen, but otherwise). He had black hair and blue eyes and he was pretty damn hot. His name came from his part Gypsy who named his twelve-year-old sister Rain. Their parents had wound up getting divorced and now their mom worked something like two jobs to keep everything going.

“Hmmm… ok, I’ll do Storm,” I said with a grin. “But how do I get one of you in the same place?”

Tyler said, “I think I might have an idea.”

For the rest of the walk down to the ballpark we discussed Tyler’s idea. The more I heard, the more I liked it. It would be quite complex, but if we pulled this one off, we could do just about anything. I agreed with the boys that it would work, and by the time we got to the park, they were ready to concentrate more on baseball than sex.

Once we were at the ballpark, I got up into the bleachers and looked around. I was trying to find… there she was. Rain. I knew she always came to see her brother play. I walked over and sat down next to her.

“Morning, Rain.”

“Oh, hey, Amber. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. How about you?”

“I’m ok.”

We sat there and made idle chat while we watched the teams take batting practice and get ready. Soon the game had started, and I cheered wildly every time Bryce, Tyler and Storm came up to the bat.

“Your brother is really, really hot,” Rain said to me with a giggle when she saw Tyler hit a double.

“Storm’s really sexy, too,” I said with a giggle of my own. I was very happy to hear what she thought of Tyler. It would make my life significantly easier. “You should ask Tyler out on a date or something.”

“Yeah, well, would you ever think about asking Storm out?”

“Of course. Like I said, he’s really sexy. I bet he’d be great fun in bed.”

Rain blushed a little. “Yeah, well, I don’t think of him like that, but, yeah, he’s pretty cute, I guess.”

“Would you care if I fucked Storm?” I asked her.

“Oh… uh… I don’t know. I guess not,” she said with a shrug.

“Good. Just for the record, if you wanna fuck Tyler, I wouldn’t care.”

“Oh… well, I never really thought about it.”

“You’re still a virgin?”

Blushing again, Rain said, “Of course.”

“Well, I know Tyler isn’t. If you’re going to lose your virginity, it should be to a boy who knows what he’s doing.”

“Oh,” Rain said. I saw her eyes following Tyler as he wandered around.

“I’m glad you don’t care if I fuck Storm,” I said. “I’m getting a little tired of Bryce.”

“Bryce? I thought he was gay?”

“He is. But he’s still fun in bed.”

Rain laughed a little and rolled her eyes. “You change boyfriends like some people change socks, don’t you? I’ve heard stories about you.”

“Probably all true.”

Just then Storm came up to bat. “If he hits at least a double, I’ll give him a blowjob,” I whispered to Rain who laughed.

Storm got up to bat and managed to very quickly strike out. “So now what do you do?” Rain asked.

“I guess I’ll just have to fuck him, then,” I said.

Rain laughed again. “I wonder what I should do when Tyler’s up to bat.”

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

As it happened, the next time Tyler ended up to bat, he got hit on the arm by a pitch, so it didn’t really wind up mattering. After the game, which Tyler’s team won by 4 – 1, Rain and I went down to meet the boys as they came out of the locker room.

“You did wonderfully, Storm,” I said, walking up to him and giving him a hug. I could feel him start a little in surprise, but he hugged back.

“Uh… thanks, Amber.”

Then he really seemed surprised as I reached down and gently cupped his firm little ass. Nicer than Tyler’s and Bryce’s both, but didn’t seem as nice as I thought Colt’s would be. “You and I should spend more time together.”

“We should?” he squeaked. Then he seemed to recover a bit and said, “Uh… yeah, ok. Sure, that sounds like a good plan.”

“Cool.”

“I liked watching you play, too, Tyler,” said Rain, sounding a little shy.

“Thanks, Rain.” Tyler grinned at her.

As the four of us walked, I put an arm around Storm’s waist and said, “You know what? The four of us should hang out together.”

“That sounds cool,” Rain said, making me proud. Very shyly she emulated me, putting her arm around Tyler’s waist.

“Like a double-date or something?” Tyler asked, right on cue.

“Something like that. Maybe we could just all hang out somewhere together. Like one of our houses. Watch a movie or listen to music something.”

“I like that idea,” said Storm.

“Where you guys wanna hang out at?” asked Tyler. What happened next would depend greatly on which answer was given.

“How about our place?” suggested Storm, much to my happiness. I figured both he and Rain would feel more comfy if what we planned took place on their ground. “We got a bunch of good CD’s and such, and I got a real kick-ass stereo in my bedroom.”

I shrugged. “Sounds good to me. Tyler? Rain?”

“Sure,” said Tyler.

“Yeah, ok,” said Rain. “You wanna do this today?”

“Yeah, if that’s ok?”

Rain looked at Storm. “Mom’s not going to be home until like nine tonight. You think it’ll be ok for us to have two other people over?” It was just a little after noon now, so that would give us plenty of time.

Storm said, “I don’t think she’ll really care.”

“Well, ok, then.”

“Cool.” I moved my hand down onto Storm’s butt, feeling it move as he walked. “Let’s go, then!”

While we walked, Rain made me proud again, reaching down to rest her hand on Tyler’s butt. This was very encouraging.

When we got to their house, Rain and I took a few moments to disappear up into her bedroom. She wanted to get changed, and I wanted to talk with her a little bit.

“I think Tyler really likes you,” I said with a smile. I knew Tyler wasn’t THAT interested in her, but I knew also he wouldn’t say no if she wanted him to fuck her.

“Yeah, he’s really nice.” She started taking off her clothes and changing into a loose t-shirt and shorts. Her body reminded me of mine when I was twelve. Her breasts were small and she had only a few strands of hair around her vagina.

“I saw you put your hand on his butt,” I said with a little grin. “What did you think?”

“He’s got a really cute butt,” Rain said, giggling a little. “I liked touching it, that’s for sure. Besides, I saw you with your hand on Storm’s, so I figured it wasn’t a big deal.”

“You know what you can do it you really wanna drive Tyler nuts?”

“What?”

“Take your bra and panties off and keep on the t-shirt and the shorts. He’ll get little glimpses here and there and it’ll drive him just nuts.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well… I don’t know… I mean… I don’t know if I’m ready for, you know, stuff like that.”

I shrugged. “I got fucked the first time when I was a little younger than you. It’s the best feeling EVER, believe me. Having a boy’s dick inside you is just mind blowing.”

“Really?”

“Really! You’ve fingered yourself before, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Having a boy’s dick in there feels about twenty times better.”

She raised an eyebrow. “It does? Really?”

“Yep. And anyhow, you might as well start as soon as you can. That way you have more time in your life to really enjoy fucking. That’s especially important since you probably won’t cum the first time. But, really, the only way there could be a problem is if you still have a hymen,” I said, remembering my own deflowering.

“A what?”

“Hymen. You don’t know what that is?”

“No.”

“Ah. Well, it’s a small bit of… well, skin or membrane that can partly cover the entrance to your vagina. When a boy puts his penis into you the first time, that can get torn and hurt and bleed a little.”

“Oh, THAT sounds fun.”

“It’s not, really.”

“How do I know if I have one?”

I dimly remembered something I’d done when I was thirteen. I said, “Well… are you going to try the no bra and undoes thing?”

“Yeah, I think so. If you will.”

“Fair enough. Go ahead and get undressed.”

“Well, ok.” She stripped naked again and looked at herself in the mirror. “You really think he’ll want me?”

“Of course he will. He’s a boy,” I said simply. “Just follow my lead and you’ll have Tyler eating out of your hand.”

“Yeah. Ok. Now what?”

“Lay down and spread your legs.”

“Ok.” Rain did so.

I looked closely at her virgin vagina. “I don’t see anything off hand. I’m going to have to touch you, though, ok? Don’t get nervous or anything.”

“I won’t.”

Reaching out my hand I rubbed it across Rain’s vagina. She let out a soft gasp. “First time anyone’s ever touched you there?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

I rubbed her clitoris very gently. “I’m just trying to get you a little wet. Don’t worry.”

“Oh… ok…”

In the back of my mind I was very pleased at how good I was managing to make her feel. I’d done some lesbian stuff a couple years ago, and while it hadn’t really done anything for me, at least I’d gotten pretty good at it.

“Ok, Rain,” I said. “I’m going to slip a finger inside. Just relax.”

“Alright.”

Being very careful I slowly worked my index finger up into Rain’s vagina. It was very odd for me to be fingering another girl. It took a few moments for me to get used to it, but once I was comfortable, I probed around, feeling everything. After a few more moments I inserted a second finger and started moving that around.

“I don’t feel any sign of a hymen,” I said, truthfully, as I withdrew my fingers from Rain.

“Ooooh… ok.”

“So that means the first time you have a boy fuck you, it probably won’t hurt much.”

“Oh? That’s good.”

“Did you like that?” I asked her with a grin as she sat up.

“Well… it felt pretty good, yeah.” She blushed.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s not a big deal, fingering. That’s why I don’t mind doing it. Anyhow, you might wanna go ahead and get dressed. The boys are waiting.”

She nodded and put back on the loose fitting t-shirt and her shorts. “Feels kinda weird without the bra and panties.”

“You’ll get used to it.” I stood up, wiggled out of my clothes and put back on the shorts and t-shirt without the bra and panties. “Shall we?”

“Sure.”

We walked over to Storm’s room and knocked on the door. I heard music playing and Tyler said, “Just a second!” There were some sounds of busyness and the door opened. Storm and Tyler stood there, both looking a little rumpled. They had their shirts off. I raised an eyebrow at my brother and he grinned in return.
This meant he’d probably gotten Storm good and horny with conversation like, “I think Rain’s really hot! I’d love to fuck her! What do you think of Amber?”

“Come on in,” Storm said. Once we were all inside, we sat down on the floor, getting comfortable together. I put an arm around Storm’s waist and he did the same with me. Rain and Tyler did the same.

The four of us sat there, talking idly as we listened to the music from Storm’s stereo. He had ok taste in music, but I wasn’t really interested in that.

“You got a nice room, Storm,” I said.

“Thanks.”

“Got a nice body, too,” I said, placing a hand on his chest and running it down to just above his pants. His nipples stiffened.

Storm’s eyes widened. “Thanks,” he said.

“You got a nice body, too, Tyler,” Rain said, running her hand down Tyler’s chest.

“Your body is nicer,” he said with a grin.

I crossed my legs, sitting so that I knew the boys could see up inside my shorts, were they sitting correctly. Rain did the same. I winked at her and she blushed and grinned a little. Of course what she didn’t realize, really, is that the way we were sitting not only could Tyler see up her shorts, but so could Storm.

“You played really well today,” I said softly to Storm.

“Thanks.”

“You played so well you deserve a kiss.” I grinned a little at him.

Storm blinked. “Oh, yeah? Cool.”

I leaned over and very gently pressed my lips against Storm’s. It wasn’t much of a kiss, but that was ok. There would be many, many more of them later.

“That was cool,” Storm said, smiling.

“Was that your first kiss?” I asked coyly.

He shook his head. “No, I’ve kissed a couple other girls before. Nothing really big, though.”

“Cool.” I looked over at Tyler and Rain, who had their lips locked firmly together. “They seem to be getting along nicely.”

Storm chuckled a little. “Yeah.”

I pulled Storm closer to me and started kissing him some more, eventually slipping my tongue into his mouth. I could tell he hadn’t had any real experience French kissing before. Thankfully, I knew that Tyler was better at it, which meant Rain was having a good time. She was optional to all this, but her participation made everything a little easier.

“This is fun,” Tyler said after breaking his kiss with Rain, who giggled a little.

“Yeah. Storm’s a good kisser,” I said, hugging him.

“Tyler’s pretty good, too,” Rain said, blushing a little. She seemed to do that a lot. I was happy it was something I was basically past.

Suddenly I said, “I’m kinda warm,” and pulled my shirt up and off me, laying it next to me on the floor. “That’s better,” I purred, starting to make out with Storm again, who looked like he’d been hit with a baseball of his own, judging by how surprised he looked. It was certainly nice feeling his bare skin against my breasts.

Tyler, of course, was pretty unimpressed, having seen my bare breasts more than a few times already. Rain, on the other hand, looked almost as surprised as her brother. Tyler looked at Rain and said, “You don’t have to take yours off. If you don’t want to.”

Rain looked uncertain. Much hinged on what she did next. “Well… it’s ok. I want to take mine off, too.” Very slowly she pulled her shirt off, exposing her smaller breasts. Tyler, I could tell, still wasn’t very impressed, but he hid it well. He just looked at Rain, smiled and started kissing her again.

“Hey, Amber?” Tyler said after a few minutes of us all silently making out.

“Huh?”

“Dare you take off your shorts.”

“Yeah, right,” I snorted. “You first.”

Tyler looked nonchalant. Casting a glance over at Rain, he said, “You care if I take off my pants?”

“Uh… what do you have on under them?”

“Boxers.”

Rain shrugged. “I guess it’s ok.”

Tyler sat up a little and wiggled out of his pants. Clad only in his boxers he sat back and grinned at Rain. “You like?”

She nodded a little, blushing yet again. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” He smirked over at me. “Well?”

“Yeah, ok, but I’m not wearing, you know, underwear,” I muttered, forcing myself to blush.

“I don’t mind!” Storm said quickly.

I bet, I thought to myself. “You don’t?”

“No!”

“Well… if I take my shorts off, will you take off your pants… and your boxers?”

Blinking in surprise, Storm said, “Uh…”

I ran my hand down his chest once more. “We’d both be naked. You don’t mind that idea, do you?”

“Uh… I guess not.”

“I’ll go first.” I slowly removed my shorts and sat there, cross-legged, next to Storm, now totally nude. “Much nicer,” I said with a seductive smile.

“Yeah…” Storm whispered, looking me over.

“Your turn.”

Storm shed his pants easily enough, but hesitated when it came to pulling off his boxers. I think the fact that Rain was in the room was really throwing him off. Remembering the first time I had to get naked in front of a sibling myself, I could empathize.

Speaking of which… I looked over at the other couple. My brother was currently sucking on one of Rain’s nipples and rubbing the crotch of her shorts. It looked like he’d wiggled a finger up into them and was rubbing against her twelve-year-old vagina, but I wasn’t sure. What was certain was that, from the look on her face, Rain was having a grand old time.

“Take them off, Storm,” I whispered.

Slowly Storm sat up a little and pulled his boxers off, setting them on the floor next to his pants. I looked him over. He looked fantastic! Like Bryce and Tyler he was, of course, in great shape. Between his legs, his thirteen-year-old penis was very hard, and curved just slightly to one side. He had only a small dusting of black pubic hair.

“Very, very nice,” I whispered, wrapping a hand around Storm’s erection and stroking it slowly, gently. “This could make a girl very happy.”

“It could…?”

“Oh, yes…”

I went back to kissing Storm while keeping one eye on Tyler and Rain. My brother was whispering softly to her while moving his hand back and forth inside her shorts. She nodded and Tyler unzipped and unbuttoned the shorts, pulling them slowly off her and exposing her nearly hairless vagina. Gently he then worked a finger up inside, all the while kissing one of her nipples. I caught Rain’s eye and winked at her. She smiled weakly and tried to wink back, but wound up just closing her eyes and moaning.

“You know you’re going to fuck me, right?” I whispered to Storm.

“I… I am?”

“Yeah…” I gave his penis a gentle squeeze. “I can’t wait to have this inside me.”

Storm suddenly shut his eyes and moaned. In my hand, I felt his penis start jerking around. Several sharp blasts of teenage sperm shot out all over his chest and my hand. Whoops.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, breathing hard. “I’m sorry… I just…”

“It’s ok,” I said, wiping my hand on the floor.

Tyler looked over. “Made him cum, eh?”

“Yeah.”

He looked down at Rain. “Don’t move.” Tyler reached over and ran a finger through the puddle of sperm that had collected on Storm’s stomach. “Just need to borrow some of this.” He grinned at Storm’s startled face and then turned back to Rain.

“Wait until you feel this,” he said, slowly inserting his sperm-coated finger into Rain’s vagina.

“Tyler, that’s… oh… oh, god,” she moaned out as he started rubbing her clitoris.

“But… that’s my…” Storm started to say.

“Shhhh… don’t worry about it.”

“But what if she gets pregnant?” he whispered to me.

“She won’t,” I said, hoping to be right. If I wasn’t, well, then as things stood it’d be another virgin birth.

“Oh, ok.”

Tyler looked at Storm. “I need some more. Hold still.” He reached over and scooped up as much of Storm’s sperm as he could and slowly worked it up into Rain’s vagina. “Yeah… that’s the stuff. Feel good?” he asked Rain.

“Yeah…”

Looking at Storm again, Tyler said, “Got anymore?”

Storm shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Let’s see.” Before Storm could react Tyler reached over and took the other boy’s penis in his hand, giving it a couple good, milking strokes. A few drops of sperm appeared at the tip. “There we are. Come to Tyler,” he said, rubbing it up onto his finger and then into Rain’s vagina.

Not wanting to let Storm digest all this, I took hold of his hand and placed it against my vagina. “Looks like he’s having fun. You wanna have some, too?”

“Sure!” Storm said, all attention now on me.

I extended his middle finger and guided it into me. “There… now move it back and forth a little.”

“Ok,” Storm replied, doing so. “Wow… that’s fucking cool.”

“Mmm… yeah…” I said, laying back and enjoying it. I looked at Tyler and Rain. My brother had removed his boxers and head was down between her legs, and he was licking away like a madman. Judging from how much the boy liked sucking dick and how quickly he’d taken to eating me out when I taught him how, it was becoming pretty clear that Tyler had a major oral fixation going on.

Finally I’d had my fill of foreplay. Frankly, Storm wasn’t doing that good at fingering me. I mean, it was ok. It is, after all, a hard thing to screw up. But he wasn’t doing it THAT well. And, basically, I needed to get fucked.

“Ok, Storm. That’s enough of that.”

“It is?” he asked, sitting up a little and blinking.

“Yeah. Do you wanna fuck me?”

Storm nodded mutely.

“Good. Get on top of me.”

Moving unsteadily, Storm got on top of me, his penis brushing against my vagina. As I took it in my hand and lined it up, I heard Tyler whisper to Rain, “Hey… let’s watch your brother lose his virginity.” I saw him sit up a little, one of his fingers still buried inside Rain’s vagina as she peered over at her brother and I.

Once Storm’s erection was in place, I said, “Just push gently and you’ll be inside me.”

Doing as he was told, Storm applied a gentle pressure with his hips and very slowly and easily his thirteen-year-old virgin penis slid down into my fifteen-year-old vagina. I let out a faint sigh of pleasure as he entered me. My fourteenth boy and yet another virgin. Bryce had been twelve and Tyler was number thirteen. I’d planned for Colt to be twelve, but oh, well. Given that I had Angelo, Spencer, Tobey, Matthew and Ezra to still go through, Colt was probably going to end up being number twenty.

“Oh, yes, Storm,” I whispered, letting one of my hands drift down to the usual place on his cute little butt. “Fuck me…”

“Oh, god, Amber… I’m really inside you…” he whispered, looking totally amazed.

“Yes… now fuck me…”

“Like this…?” he asked, moving in and out a little.

“Yeah…” I ran my other hand all over his back and shoulders as the young boy started pumping into me. “Oh, yes… oh, god, that’s nice…” I was overacting a little, largely for the benefit of Rain. I looked over at her, fluttering my eyelids a little. “Oh, Rain… you gotta try this…”

On top of me, Storm was moving steadily and grunting a little each time he pushed into me. I knew it wouldn’t be long, even though he’d already cum once, less than ten minutes ago. Sure enough, he suddenly let out a little howl of pleasure and I felt his sperm start shooting up into me. Oh, it was quite nice feeling him filling me. I wasn’t going to cum myself, but it was still sweet.

As soon as he was done cumming, Storm fell on top of me. It caught me by surprised and nearly knocked my wind out, but I controlled myself and stroked his hair while smiling over at Rain and feeling her brother’s slightly softening penis still inside my body.

“Oh, you have to try it…”

Rain looked at me and then at Tyler. “Will you… will you be real careful, Tyler?”

“Of course.”

“Well… ok. But you have to stop if I don’t like it, ok?”

“Alright!”

Rain looked at me. “Can you… kinda help me…?”

“Sure. Storm. Up.”

Reluctantly, Storm sat up, his penis withdrawing from me. I scooted over towards Rain. Having Tyler fuck her had always been part of the plan, but not a major part. It was just a nice bonus. I was happy for both of them that it was happening, though.

“Ok,” I said to her. “Lay on your back and spread your legs really wide and lift them up a little.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah.” I looked at Storm. “Get on the other side of her, ok?”

“Me? Why?”

“Because the girl who just took your virginity is asking you to.”

“Oh. Ok.” Storm did as he was told.

“Good. Now, Tyler, get into position.”

Tyler knelt between Rain’s legs, his stiff penis sticking up. He took it in his hand and rubbed it softly against her vagina.

“Alright. Now, Storm. There’s a chance that when Tyler enters her, it might hurt just a little bit. So you and me are going to have to distract her so that it won’t hurt.”

“Oh. Ok. How?”

I put one of my hands on one of Rain’s breasts. “You put your hand on the other and do exactly what I do.”

“What? But she’s my sister!”

“So? You don’t want to have her first time hurt, do you?”

“Well, no.”

“Then do it.”

Looking awkward as hell, Storm placed his hand onto the other one of his sister’s breasts. I saw his penis jump just a little as he did so.

“Right. Now rub it like this.”

“This way?”

“Yes. Feel good, Rain?”

“Yeah…”

I nodded at Tyler, who slowly started pushing forward. Rain let out a little gasp.

“Just relax, Rain,” I said, running my fingertips over her nipple and happy to see Storm doing the same to the other one.

“I’m trying to…”

“Ok.”

Tyler looked at me again and I nodded. We’d discussed the possibility of him taking Rain’s virginity and I’d given him a few pointers. They seemed to be working. He was taking it nice and slow, sliding just a little bit in and then pulling almost all the way out, and then sliding back in again. Doing it in this slow, steady way I watched as my brother’s thirteen-year-old penis worked its way gradually but inevitably into Rain’s twelve-year-old virgin vagina.

When Tyler stopped pushing and just held himself there, Rain whispered, “Amber…? Is he…?”

“See for yourself,” I said.

Rain lifted her head, looked past my hand and Storm’s and down to where Tyler’s penis disappeared up into her body.

“Oh, god…”

“How’s it feel?” I asked her, caressing her breast gently and making sure Storm did the same.

Rain bit her lower lip just a bit. “It feels… it hurts a tiny bit… but mostly good…”

“Good.” I pulled my hand away and nodded for Storm to do the same, which he did.

Tyler slowly started moving back and forth inside Rain’s vagina. He was taking his time, as I’d taught him to do. I didn’t want him to start jackhammering her and I didn’t want him to cum too soon and neither of those looked likely. Rain’s deflowering was actually going smoother than mine had, the lucky bitch.

“You like it now?” Tyler asked.

Rain nodded. “Yeah… it’s… yeah…”

“Cool.” My brother lowered his lean, naked body down to Rain’s and started to kiss her while he fucked her a little faster.

“That is some cool-ass shit,” I said with a grin to Storm as he came and sat back next to me.

“Yeah… I never thought I’d watch my own sister get fucked.”

“Tyler’s seen me do it a couple times.”

“He has?”

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal. He’s even fingered me before.”

“Wow, really?”

I nodded. “Pleasure is pleasure. Who cares who the person giving it to you is?”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“Well, you liked having your hand on Rain’s tit, right?”

Storm blushed a little. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Well, see? No big deal.”

“I guess.”

Down on the floor in front of us, Tyler was nearing his orgasm. I could easily tell when it hit. First his butt started to twitch a little and then he moaned and pressed heavily into Rain, his body shaking as his penis catapulted its load of sperm up into her preteen vagina.

Once Tyler had rolled off her, I smiled down at Rain. “Welcome to adulthood.”

“Thanks.” She smiled a little.

“What did you think?” I asked.

“That was… yeah… wow….” Rain grinned.

“That’s what I thought, too,” said Storm. His penis had stiffened up again.

“My, my, look what we have here,” I said, putting a hand around it and stroking a little.

“That looks like a penis,” said Tyler.

“Four points for you.”

“Let me see that for a second,” he said, scooting over to Storm. Once again before Storm could react, Tyler put his hand on the other boy’s penis and started to rub it. “Nice…”

“Uh… Tyler?” Storm said.

“Yeah?” Tyler didn’t stop stroking.

“What are you doing…?”

“Jerking you off,” Tyler said as I moved over close to Rain.

“Sit up and watch this,” I whispered to her. She did so.

“Yeah, I know that, but-” Storm started to say.

“But there’s a problem?” Tyler asked.

“Well, kinda.”

“Yeah. You’re kinda sticky from Amber. Hold on, I’ll clean you up.” So say, Tyler lowered his mouth gently down around Storm’s penis and started giving the other boy his first blowjob.

“Oh, holy shit,” Storm whispered, putting his hand on the back of Tyler’s head. “Tyler… why are you…”

Tyler lifted his face up. “Shush and enjoy,” he said, and then went back down to it.

“Tyler’s bisexual and he LOVES sucking dick,” I said to Storm’s amazed face. “Don’t worry. Just let him have his fun.” I turned to Rain. “Pretty cool looking, huh?” I asked her.

“Yeah, kinda,” she said with a nod.

“It really turns me on,” I said with a smile to Storm.

He grinned a little weakly. “It does?”

“Yeah.” I pointed down at Tyler’s penis, which was completely hard again. “Try jerking him.”

A little uncomfortably, Storm reached down and wrapped his hand around my brother’s penis, masturbating him slowly.

“See? That’s not so bad.”

“Yeah.”

“I love watching two boys together,” I confided to Rain.

“Yeah, it is pretty hot,” she admitted.

Tyler popped his head back up, though he continued to masturbate Storm. “What if we wanna see two girls together?”

“What?” Rain asked.

“Sure.” Tyler sat up. “What if we wanna see two girls together? I mean, we’re jerking each other and I was just blowing him. The least you two could do is, say, kiss? Does that sound cool to you, Storm?”

“Uh…” Storm looked thoughtful and then nodded and grinned. “Yeah, that’d be pretty cool.”

I traded glances with Rain. She didn’t look to excited about the notion and frankly, neither was I. But part of the deal with Tyler was that after I’d had Storm, he’d get him, too, and I had to help with that.

“Well…” I turned to Rain. “I don’t know. What do you think?” Before she could answer I said, “I got an idea. If you two kiss, we’ll kiss.” Whispering to Rain, “Don’t worry, just go with it.”

“Ok,” she replied.

“Sure, I’ll go for it. Storm?”

“Uh… I don’t know, Tyler. Sounds pretty gay,” he said, still stroking my brother’s penis.

Tyler gave him a look. “It’s just a kiss, dude, and we get to see the girls kiss.”

Storm nodded a little and then shrugged, “Yeah, ok.” He leaned over and gave Tyler a quick kiss on the mouth.

“That’s the best you can do?” I asked looking amazed.

“Well…?” Storm shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. “Ok.” I gave Rain a very quick kiss, just like the one between Storm and Tyler.

“Oh, come on,” Tyler protested. “You can do better than that.”

“So can you two,” I challenged. “You wanna see us do better, you gotta do better.”

Tyler looked at Storm and said, “Right. Hold still, Storm,” and then proceeded to give the other boy the kind of tonsil twirling kiss that I knew he was pretty damned got at. Storm resisted a little at first, but then actually seemed to get into it, taking the hand that wasn’t on Tyler’s penis and moving it up to the back of his head.

“Wow… that is pretty hot,” whispered Rain.

“No shit!”

Finally the boys broke their kiss and Storm looked over at his sister and I. “Ok, we’re done.”

Looking at Rain with a “let’s get this over with” expression on my face I pulled her close and started giving her the same kind of kiss Tyler and Storm had just had. It wasn’t the best thing in the world, but it was ok and it was in a good cause.

“There,” I said, breaking the kiss and grinning at the boys.

“Cooooool,” said Storm. A thought seemed to strike him. “So… since Tyler and I are jerking each other off, does this mean you two should be fingering each other?”

Damn, that boy was a little smarter than I wanted him to be. Oh, well. I looked over at Rain and shrugged a little. “You mind?”

“I guess not.”

I scooted over a little closer to Rain and put my hand between her legs, rubbing gently against her clitoris and then working a finger up inside her, feeling the sperm my brother had left there. Rain moved a little more uncertainly, but soon had her own index finger inside my vagina.

“You like?” I asked the boys in a husky voice.

Both of them nodded.

“Nice though this is,” I said after a few minutes, withdrawing my finger from Rain’s vagina, “I’d really rather get fucked.”

“Really?” Storm perked up right away, letting go of Tyler’s penis and getting between my legs. “Sure!”

Tyler got behind Storm, wrapping his hand around the other boy’s penis yet again. “Here, let me help you get it in.” I experienced a serious case of déjà vu here.

“Ok…”

Tyler ran Storm’s penis up and down against my vagina and then put him in place. “Push,” he said, all the while rubbing his own penis against Storm’s butt.
Storm pushed forward, sliding deep into me. He let out a little moan of satisfaction.

“Perfect,” said Tyler, caressing Storm’s ass. “Now fuck her really slowly. That’s what she’s gonna like the best and it’ll help you last a little longer. If you think you’re gonna cum just stop moving and, like, think of baseball.”

“Ok,” Storm whispered, doing as Tyler said.

Once Storm was doing his thing, Tyler looked over at Rain.

“Can I fuck you some more?”

“Ok.” She laid on her back next to me and spread her legs. Tyler got on top of her and guided his teenage penis up into her preteen vagina. She let out a moan very much like her brother’s and wrapped her arms around Tyler, holding him close as he began fucking her.

“God, you have a nice dick, Storm,” I said to him as he fucked me.

“I do…? Thanks…”

“I like… your dick, too… Tyler,” Rain managed to say.

“Thanks,” Tyler said, grinning down and kissing her.

An evil little thought took up place in my mind. I looked at Rain. “It’s too bad you can’t feel Storm’s. It’s really sweet.”

“It is…?”

“Yeah.” Storm slowed down and then stopped moving entirely. I could tell he was trying not to cum.

“Well… Tyler’s is good… too…”

“Hey… I got an idea,” I said to her.

“What…?”

“I’ll let Tyler put his in me for a few seconds if you let Storm put his into you for a few seconds.”

Tyler raised a surprised eyebrow at me. Storm had a similar look on his face.

“I can’t… he’s my brother…” Rain muttered, looking down to where her brother’s penis disappeared up into my vagina.

“It’s not a big deal. Not you’d actually be doing anything wrong. It’s just that you’d get a chance to see what Storm feels like and I’d get to see what Tyler feels like.” I looked up at Storm. “Would you mind switching? Just for a moment. If she wants to.”

“Uhm… I guess I don’t mind.”

“Pull out,” I said to him. Storm did so and I gestured down at his penis. “See, Rain? Don’t you wanna know what that feels like?”

“Kinda.”

“Well? I’ll let Tyler put his dick into me for just a few seconds if you let Storm put his dick into you. I’ll even go first with Tyler. What do you say?” I really hoped she’d say yes. The idea of watching another brother and sister couple have sex was incredibly arousing.

I saw lust and disgust warring in her eyes. “Well… ok, I guess it’s alright.”

“Cool.” I looked at Tyler. “Ready when you are.”

“Alright.” My brother pulled out of Rain and moved between my legs. He pressed his penis against my vagina. “You ready?”

“Yeah…”

Tyler moved smoothly, entering me easily. He got a satisfied look on his face as we began our incestual coupling. “Cool… not as nice as you, Rain, but cool.”

“Yeah… you’re pretty good, too, Tyler… I think I like Storm better, though…”

“Ha… see what you think of this,” my brother said as he started slowly, smoothly fucking me.

“Ahh… not bad…”

We both looked over at Storm and Rain. He was sitting next to his sister looking a little awkward. They traded looks with each other.

I said to them, “Well?”

Storm asked Rain, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” She spread her legs for him.

“Ok.” Storm got on top of his sister, penis in hand. He poked it around a little. “Here?”

“Yeah.”

Swallowing a little Storm said, “Ok.” I saw his body tense as he started to push and very slowly his penis disappeared up into his little sister’s vagina. As soon as he was all the way inside her he let out a breath he’d been holding.

“Wow…” he whispered. “God, it’s… wow…”

“Yeah…” Rain whispered to her brother.

“Go ahead and fuck her a little, dude,” Tyler said to Storm. “Then you’ll both know what that feels like together.”

“Ok,” Storm whispered as he started fucking his sister very slowly. “Wow… this is cool…”

“What do you think, Rain? Does he have a good dick, or what?”

“Yeah… he does…”

I was really getting into Tyler at this point. I said, “Hey… if you let Storm cum in you, I’ll let Tyler cum in me.”

To my surprise she didn’t even really hesitate. She just said, “Ok.”

I really was starting to get off at this point. The combined sensation of watching Storm fucking his sister while feeling my own brother’s penis inside me was driving me quickly to Orgasmville. I wanted to hold off until Storm came, though.

Rain managed to surprise me again, though. She must’ve been just about as turned on as I was, because she let out a low moan and grabbed hard at her brother’s thrusting body, starting to wiggle and quiver under him as he fucked her.

Storm seemed startled by his sister’s orgasm, but pretty soon he must’ve stopped caring, I think, cause he began cumming himself, pumping his sperm deep into her young vagina. I wondered if he might end up getting her pregnant. I was on the Pill, but I doubted she was. There was a good chance that either Tyler or Storm might have knocked her up.

That was an even bigger turn on for me and it was what finally pushed me over the edge. I held onto Tyler and moaned as my vagina began clutching hard at his thrusting penis. And my orgasm finally pushed Tyler into his, as his erection began bucking and kicking, sending several blasts of sperm up into my body.

For a while we all laid there, trying to recover. None of us really said anything for several minutes, we just basked in the pleasant afterglow of incestual intercourse. Each boy had kept his penis inside his sister’s vagina and it wasn’t long before we were all having slow, lazy sex once again.

During the course of the rest of the day, the boys basically took turns. Sometimes I got fucked by Tyler, but mostly it was Storm. Storm also wound up giving Tyler a blowjob and both Rain and I had a boy cum in us about seven times each. It was SWEET.

At the end of the day, Tyler and I made our way back home, talking about everything that had happened. I was really pleased by how it had all gone, as was he. Little did we realize that tomorrow we’d be hearing some very surprising news from Bryce.

“Hey, guys. I got fucked by Spencer, and wait until I tell you who’s dick he’s had up his ass!”

END CHAPTER 6

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. All characters and events depicted are fictional. Any similarity to real people or events is entirely unlikely.

The Most Dangerous Game

February 4, 2009

The Most Dangerous Game
By
Alex Hawk

Michelle turned on the small light above our heads and grinned at us. “So you guys like it?” she asked, gesturing around us.

“It’s cool,” I said, looking about the basement. It’s not all that cool, but my cousin Michelle is very, very hot and I have no problem lying.

Actually, the basement wasn’t all that bad. There were a couple couches and a thick carpet that Michelle, my sister Sally and I were all sitting on. There was even a little fridge where she had some Cokes that we were drinking.

My sister and I were spending a few days with our aunt, uncle and cousin. Our parents were on a second honeymoon, which didn’t bother us none. We liked hanging out with Michelle. I especially liked it, given that she, was, well, really hot! I mean big-time hot. Even though she was thirteen, a year younger than me, she could easily pass for sixteen or so and she was just a knockout! I had a major crush on her.

Currently it was late morning. It was summer, so none of us had to worry about school. Michelle’s parents were at work. They’d talked for a moment about a babysitter, but given that I was fourteen, my sister was twelve and Michelle was thirteen, they figured we could handle ourselves.

Michelle had told us about this little hideout of hers last night, but we hadn’t had the chance to check it out. Now here we were, the three of us, sitting around on the carpet together.

We chatted for a bit and then Michelle fired up her Xbox and we spent some time beating the crap out of one another in various video games. It was pretty fun, as was the fact that I got to check out Michelle constantly while we played.

Eventually I had to get up and go to the bathroom. Once I got back, I noticed a change in the atmosphere, and saw Michelle with a small grin on her face, and Sally with a somewhat smaller, more nervous one on hers. I also notice the Xbox is off.

“Uh… what’s up?” I asked, sitting back down on the rug.

“We’re going to play a new game,” Michelle announced. “All three of us.”

“Ok,” I said, up for almost anything. “What game?”

“Strip poker,” she said, looking me right in the eye.

I was very glad I wasn’t drinking from my Coke, cause if I had been, it would’ve sprayed everywhere. “What?”

“Strip poker,” she said again. “You DO know what it is, right, Tyler?”

“Of course I do. I just… wasn’t expecting you to want to play it.”

She shrugged. “Better than nothing. Better than just more video games.”

I looked at Sally. “You’ll be playing, too?” I was less-than-thrilled at the idea of seeing my little sister naked, but if that was what it took for me to get to see Michelle, I was down with it.

Sally shrugged. “I guess. Michelle said she’d give me her iPod if I played.”

I raised an eyebrow, not sure what this meant, but guessing it meant that Michelle wanted to see me naked for some reason and wanted to have Sally there with her. I guessed it was so that Sally could keep me in line if I tried anything.

“Well, ok, I guess we can play.”

“Cool! First, let’s make sure we all have the same number of clothes on.”

A quick count revealed me in my socks, jeans, underwear and t-shirt. Five items, since the socks were counted separately. The girls both had on the same combination of clothes, except that Michelle had a bra (which she needed), and Sally did not (which she’d probably need in a few months). To even us up, Michelle tossed one of her socks onto the couch.

“Ok,” she said, taking out a deck of cards and shuffling them. “Here’s how this works. Whoever has the lowest hand has to remove an article of clothing. Once you’re naked, you’re out of the game.”

“Ok,” I said, trading a glance with my sister. I was sure she wasn’t any more thrilled at the idea of seeing me nude than I was of seeing her nude. Still, I knew she’d always wanted an iPod so Michelle’s bribe was obviously a strong incentive.

Michelle dealt out the cards. I wasn’t sure how she’d ended up as the dealer, but whatever. I took my cards when they came my way and looked at them happily. I had three eights, plus a two and a six! Not bad.

“Ok, let’s go,” Michelle said after a moment.

“I’ll take one,” I said, putting down my two. I got a three in return. No help.

“I’ll take two,” Sally said. She got her two cards and looked reasonably pleased.

“And one for me,” Michelle said. Then she looked at us. “Well? Shall we?”

Sally and I nodded and we placed our cards down. My three-of-a-kind made of eights beat out Sally’s, which was made of fours. As for Michelle, all she had was a pair of nines.

“Ha. Looks like I’m on the track to lose,” she muttered as she pulled off her other sock. “Ok, next hand.”

For my next one I ended up with just a pair of queens, plus some junk cards. I sent the three junk cards back and wound up with two tens and an ace. That gave me two pairs! Not bad. When the time came and we showed our cards, both Michelle and I beat Sally, who had nothing except a king high-card. She grumbled a bit and removed a sock as we got ready for our next hand.

This time I ended up with, well, junk. My best card was a jack, so I kept that and sent back the rest, ending up with a pair of twos. Not great, and not as good as Michelle’s full-house, but, as it turned out, better than Sally’s ten.

“Oh, come on, that’s not fair,” she grumbled as she removed her other sock.

“It’s just part of the game,” Michelle said with a smile. She dealt the cards again.

I stared at mine, wanting them to be better than they were. I had a pair of sevens and nothing else worth having, so I sent back the other three cards and got nothing good in return. When we slapped down our cards, my pair of sevens failed miserably against Sally’s four kings and Michelle’s three tens. I didn’t complain, I just took off my sock, one part of my mind suddenly aware that if either girl lost next, I’d see something interesting. Much more interesting if it was Michelle, of course, but that was at least in part due to there being more of her that was of interest!

This time when the cards went out, I ended up with crap again. I kept my high nine and sent back the others, but ended up with three-of-a-kind, so that was good. From Sally’s face I had an idea that she had something good and was proven right when we put down our cards. She had a flush, the lucky brat. My three-of-a-kind stood no chance against that, but at least it was better than the pair of sixes put down by Michelle.

“Oh, damn,” Michelle said, sounding only slightly annoyed. She shrugged, put down her cards and pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her wearing only a bra.

Now a word on Michelle’s breasts. They weren’t the biggest in the world. 32A as I found out later, but they were impressive on a thirteen-year-old and certainly much better than my sister, who was only barely puffing out her shirt. I was disappointed as hell that they were covered by a bra but looked forward to beating her at this game so that I could see the rest.

Michelle dealt the cards again. I don’t want to go into how awful my hand was, but the fact that my high-card, once all was said and done, was a four, should give you some idea. It sucked ass. Wordlessly I removed my other sock and hoped the next hand would be nicer to me.

So currently I was sitting there in my jeans, t-shirt and underwear. Three items. Michelle and Sally both had the same total, with Sally being dressed the same as me and Michelle being in jeans, panties and a bra. The next hand, I figured, would be interesting.

When the next hand went out, my heart jumped. I’d ended up with a full-house! A pure, easy, right-off-the-bat full-house! I couldn’t believe my luck! Unless one of the girls was far luckier than that, I’d see something very neat in a few seconds.

We put down our cards. My full-house beat out Michelle’s pair of kings and beat out Sally’s pair of eights. So there it was. The first pair of breasts I was going to see on a real life girl weren’t going to be much, and they’d be my sister’s.

I could handle that.

Grimacing, I saw Sally was about to protest. Michelle looked at her and mouthed, “iPod,” and Sally rolled her eyes. Then in one smooth, easy motion, pulled her shirt off, leaving her completely topless.

Even though Sally was my sister and only twelve, my very erect virgin penis gave a little jump when I saw her mostly flat chest. That “mostly” part was important. Her nipples were standing out and there was a certain puffiness where I knew a bra would need to go in the not-too-distant future.

While staring at Sally’s breasts, I wanted to make her feel more comfortable, so I forced my eyes to her face and said, “You look very nice, Sally.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Tyler.” From the faint look on her face that only a brother would understand, I knew she felt at least a little more comfortable.

“How sweet,” Michelle said with a grin and then began to deal the cards again.

This time I ended up with a dog shit hand that gave me nothing but an ace high card. Well, I thought it was the high card anyhow. It lead to some discussion where we determined that, yes, it would be the high card but no, it didn’t beat my sister’s three-of-a-kind of Michelle’s pair of threes. So it was that my shirt joined the pile of clothes on the couch.

The next hand went much better from my point of view. I wound up with a nice straight, which could’ve beaten just about any hand. It was somewhat annoying, therefore, that the best the girls could do was a pair each. With a pair of fours, Sally’s hand was considered the loser. She stood up and, with a faint sigh, removed her jeans, leaving her in just a small pair of white panties. My eyes focused on them, and then on her small breasts and then the panties again, leaving me feeling a weird mix of guilt and horniness.

Then it went to pure horniness as the next hand went out. Sally had the winning hand, but mine was second, leaving Michelle dead last. She’d either remove her bra or her jeans! I had no idea which I wanted more.

What I got was the bra. She reached behind herself and very matter-of-factly unclasped it, throwing it onto the clothes pile and then facing me. I drank in the sight of her rounded, heavenly breasts.

“Aren’t you going to tell me I look nice?” Sally asked. Then, “Hey, hero. Up here.” She snapped her fingers a couple times.

“Huh?” I pulled my eyes up to her face and blushed. “Oh, yes, you look very nice.”

Rolling her eyes, Michelle said to Sally, “Boys can be so stupid sometimes.”

Sally giggled as Michelle began to deal the cards again and it hit me that in this hand I’d either end up in my briefs, Michelle would be in her panties, or I’d see my first vagina when my sister removed her panties. Either way, it was going to be cool, I figured.

My plans to have my first view of a girl’s vagina were thwarted, however, when I completely failed to win the next hand. Ok, I had three kings, so I thought I was set, but both girls ended up with full-houses! How unfair was that shit? Annoyed, I removed my jeans and blushed a bit as both girls were clearly eyeing the bulge in my underwear.

“Getting fun, huh?” my cousin asked, looking at me and my sister both. Then without waiting for us to answer, she started to deal.

I ended up with two pairs, one of sixes and one of jacks. This pleased me greatly, cause I figured with this I’d probably wind up doing quite well. Sure enough, it beat the pair of nines my sister put down and really beat the high card ten that Michelle dropped!

“Oh, I lose,” she said. “Bummer.” There was no real regret in her voice. She winked at me a little, at least I thought she did, then stood up and pulled down her jeans, leaving her in a pair of nice blue panties. I thought I might cum just seeing them, but I restrained myself.

“So,” she said, shuffling the cards. “This hand one of us ends up naked.”

Sally and I said nothing, but we traded looks with each other. I wondered what was going through her mind other than, “I really want an iPod.”
The cards went out and I ended up uncertain. I had a three-of-a-kind, which was decent, but not great. Certainly easy to beat. But I had hopes that at least one of the girls, Michelle, ideally, would be worse off than me. Then Michelle put down her full house and I knew I was probably doomed.

Then Sally put down a pair of kings.

“Oh,” I said, softly.

Sally didn’t say anything. She just stood up and removed her panties and I saw my first vagina. It wasn’t much to look at and I was very slightly disappointed. All I could see was a small, hairless slit. My penis seemed to like it, though, as it was now straining against my underwear like never before.

“Ok, Sally, you’re out,” our cousin said. “And don’t close your legs like that. You can sit Indian-style if you want, but you can’t hide. After all, when I beat Tyler with this hand, he won’t be able to hide what he has.”

“You mean when I beat you? That’s right.”

Michelle only smiled and dealt out the cards. My heart was racing as I looked at mine. A two, a nine, a four, a ten and a second nine. That was promising. I sent back everything but the nines and got back… well, not much. I was left with the pair of nines, hoping that would be enough.

“Well, pony up,” Michelle said, putting down her cards. “Full house.”

“Fuck,” I muttered as I put down my cards.

“Awesome. Naked time!”

I cursed a little more, but I also felt very turned on by the fact that Michelle was going to be seeing my penis. I stayed seated, but lifted my ass enough to pull my underwear off and threw them on top of my sister’s on the clothes pile. At least my erection was able stick up now, free of the fabric.

“Nice,” Michelle said with a smile.

“Thanks.” I saw Sally checking me out, but didn’t pay any attention to it.

“So!” Michelle said clapping her hands. “Guess I might as well take mine off, too.” With that she did as she said, and now I was staring at the bare, glorious, wonderful vagina of my younger cousin. It looked similar to Sally’s, but not identical. As she sat and spread her legs a little, I saw the little hole where I knew the boy’s penis was supposed to go and nearly fainted.

“So now what?” asked Sally. “Can we get dressed?”

“You haven’t earned your iPod yet,” Michelle said, sticking her tongue out. “No, how about some Truth or Dare now?”

“Ok,” I said.

“I guess,” Sally grumbled.

“Ok. Since I won the poker game, I get to go first. So… Tyler. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said.

“You ever kiss a girl?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ok. Your turn.”

“Ok, Truth or dare?” I asked Michelle.

“Truth.”

“You ever kiss a boy?” It was the best I could think of to ask.

“Oh, yes.”

“Ok.” I looked at my naked little sister. “Your turn, I guess.”

“Uhm. Ok. Uh. Michelle, then. Truth or dare.”

“Can’t ask the same person twice in a row.”

“Oh.”

“You also can’t take truth more than three times in a row,” she added.

“Any other rules?” Sally asked in a nasty tone.

“No, that’s it,” Michelle said with a smile.

“Truth or dare, then, Tyler?”

“Truth,” I said, figuring it would be safe.

“You want to fuck Michelle?” Sally asked in the same nasty tone as before.

I blushed deep red. “Uh…”

“If you don’t want to answer, you have to do a dare,” Michelle said with a little grin.

“Uh… well… yes,” I said in a small tone.

“See, that was easy,” Michelle said, smiling at me. “Ok, then, my turn. Truth or dare, Sally?”

“Truth,” Sally said.

“Ok. You ever kiss a boy?”

Shaking her head, she said, “No.”

“Ok. Your turn, Tyler.”

“Ok. Uhm. Truth or dare, then, Michelle?”

“Hmm… dare.”

I paused, unable to think of what to dare her to do. Finally I settled for, “Well… ok, give me a hug.”

Laughing, Michelle said, “Ok.” She moved towards me and hugged me tight, my bare chest pressing against her breasts. It was awkward doing this while sitting, but I wasn’t about to argue.

Then Michelle sat back down again and said, “Ok, I think we need to do a rule change.”

“What? Why?” Sally asked.

“Well, cause the way it is now, you go next and have to ask Tyler, and then I go next and have to ask you, and then he goes and has to ask me. There’s no way to change it. So now the rule is that you can be asked twice in a row, but not three.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Sally said.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

“Ok, then, Sally, it’s your turn to ask.”

“Ok. Uhm. Tyler, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said.

“Last time you can do that,” Michelle warned. “You have to take a dare before you can do another truth.”

“Ok,” I conceded.

Sally thought for a moment and then, biting her lower lip, said, “Do you really think I look nice like this?”

I nodded. “Yeah, you do.”

“Ok, my turn,” Michelle said. “Sally, truth or dare.”

“Uhm. Truth, I guess.”

“Ok. Do you think Tyler looks good naked?”

“No,” she said with a snort.

“Oh, come on,” Michelle said. “Not at all?”

“Well…” My sister stared right at my penis. “I guess he does.”

“So he does?”

“Yeah.”

“So you lied with your first answer.”

“Uh…” Sally blushed. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Ha! Now you get a dare!” She sounded so happy I thought she’d dance a jig.

“Ok, fine,” Sally groused. “What is it?”

“Just do what I did. Give Tyler a hug.”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah.”

Sally moved towards me and hugged me like Michelle had, her mostly flat chest against mine. It still felt pretty nice and made my penis jump a bit.

“Ok, your turn,” Michelle said to me once Sally was sitting again.

“Ok. Truth or dare, Michelle?”

“Truth.”

“Ok. Do you think I look good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said with an odd grin.

“Ok.”

“My turn,” Sally said. “You gotta take a dare this time, Tyler.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, wondering what I’d be dared to do.

“Ok. Uhm. Stand up so we can see your butt.”

“Ok,” I said with a laugh. I stood up and let both girls get a good look, then sat down again.

“Cool, nice butt,” Michelle said.

“Yeah, yeah. Your turn,” I said, feeling vaguely complimented.

“Ok. Sally, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Ok. Would you like to try touching Tyler’s penis to see what it feels like?”

Said penis gave a little jump as Sally hesitated.

“Careful not to lie,” Michelle added.

“You’re just asking if I would be willing to, not telling me to, right?”

“Yeah.”

Shrugging, Sally said, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Ok,” Michelle said with a smile and I knew what Sally’s next dare would be.

“Ok,” I said. “Michelle, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Ok. Uhm. How far have you gone with a boy?”

“All the way,” she said instantly.

“You mean… like even fucking?” Sally asked into the quiet.

“Yep.”

“Oh. Well. Your turn, then, Sally.”

“Ok. Truth or dare, Tyler?”

“Dare,” I said, feeling a little bold.

“Ok.” She bit her lower lip and looked right at my penis. “Can I… touch it?”

“Sure,” I said softly.

Sally reached out and brushed a couple fingers along the length of my penis and then wrapped her hand around it. “It feels warm!” she said with a surprised tone of voice.

“Yeah,” I said, my mind spinning at the fact that my little sister was holding onto my penis.

“My turn now,” Michelle said once Sally sat back down. “You gotta take dare this time, Sally.”

“Yeah, I know. Dare.”

“Ok.” My cousin moved closer to my sister. “Kiss me.”

“Kiss you?” Sally echoed.

“Yes.”

“On the mouth?”

“Yes.”

Sally thought for a second, and then said, “Well, ok.” She leaned towards Michelle and pressed her lips against Michelle’s. She started to pull away then, but Michelle put her hand on the back of Sally’s head and held her there for a moment, kissing her. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Nice,” Michelle said once they stopped kissing. “Your turn,” she added to me.

“Right.” I tried to focus past the hormones. “Er… ok, Michelle. Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Ok. How many boys have you, you know, been with?”

“Been fucked by?”

“Yeah.”

“Three.” She looked directly into my eyes and then added, “So far.”

I felt myself blush as Sally said, “Ok, my turn. Truth or dare, Tyler?”

“Truth,” I said, unable to take a dare right now.

“Have you ever fucked a girl?”

“No,” I said, ‘fessing up to my virginity.

“Alright,” said Michelle. “Sally, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she said.

“How boring,” Michelle replied with a calm smile, then said, “Ok, did you like holding your brother’s penis?”

“Uhm.” Sally blushed. “Yes.”

“Ok.”

Into the quiet, I said, “Sally, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

With a wicked grin, I said, “Which did you like better? Kissing Michelle or holding my penis?”

“Oh, don’t make me answer that!” Sally said with a little laugh. “They were both about the same.”

“Hmmm… well, I guess I’ll accept that,” I said in a haughty tone.

“Yeah, well, you’ll also get asked if you want a truth or a dare,” Sally said.

I laughed. “Ok, dare.”

“Kiss Michelle like I did.”

“Oh, sure, torture me,” I said as I moved towards Michelle. She grinned and put her arms around me, pulling me close as our lips locked and our tongues danced together.

After the kiss was broken, Michelle said, “Tyler?”

“Yeah?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Oh, come on, not me again.”

“Yep.”

I thought for a second. “Dare,” I said, since those were proving interesting.

“Ok, go suck on one of Sally’s nipples and rub the other with your hand.”

“Uh…” I looked at Sally. “What if she says no?”

“She won’t,” Michelle said certainly. “First, she wants the iPod, second she wants to know what it feels like and third she knows she’ll be able to get revenge on me in a later dare.”

“Is that true?” I asked my sister. She nodded, and said, “Especially the third part.”

As Michelle stuck her tongue out at Sally, I moved close my sister and said, “Well, ok.”

Sally sort of leaned back on her arms a little as I got near to her. She let out a little gasp as my hand came to a rest on the smooth skin of her left breast and then let out a quiet moan as my mouth closed around her right nipple.

Doing as I was told in the dare, I started by gently sucking my sister’s nipple while my hand on her other breast was simply motionless. Then I decided to start moving that hand, which she seemed to enjoy, and began licking the nipple as well as sucking it.

After a little bit Michelle said, “Ok, that’s enough,” and I sat back, looking at my sister and feeling a confusing set of emotions, most of them centering around lust.

Once my brain was working a little better, I said, “Ok, Michelle. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Wanting to give my sister more pleasure, and remembering how hot it had been watching her and Michelle kiss, I said, “Ok, do what I just did.”

Michelle grinned and said, “Ok!” She went to my sister and started licking and sucking on one of her nipples. This put me into a position where I could watch Sally’s face and was pleased to see that yes, she did seem to really like having that done.

When she was done, Michelle sat back and said, “Hey, you guys wanna go all dares from here on? It’s more interesting than just questions, right?”

“Ok,” Sally said.

“Sure,” was my reply.

“Cool. Well, your turn, Sally.”

“Ok, Michelle. I dare you to kiss Tyler’s penis.”

“Alright!” said my cousin as grinned at me, then moved towards me, leaned down and gave the tip of my penis a rather sloppy wet kiss, then gave it a little lick as she moved away. It was a minor touch, but it felt incredible!

Once she was back in her usual spot, Michelle said, “Ok, Sally. I dare you to put your middle finger in my vagina.”

My eyes went wide as Sally grimaced a bit and said, “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Just for a few seconds.” She smiled. “Imagine how jealous Tyler will be.”

Giggling a bit, Sally said, “Well, ok.” She licked her middle finger as Michelle spread her legs, and then slowly slid it inside her. I watched in utter rapture and amazement as it went in all the way. I’d never seen anything like it!

Once that show was done, it was my turn to issue a dare. I knew what I wanted to dare Michelle (to let me do what Sally had just done), but I was way too cowardly to actually ask her right now, so I went to my sister instead.

“Alright, Sally. Come, uhm… come hold my penis again.”

Blushing a little, Sally said, “Ok,” and wrapped her hand around my teenage penis, just holding it steady. It was a good thing she wasn’t stroking me, or I’d have cum right then and there.

After about half a minute, she let go and said, “Tyler, I dare you to lick and suck on Michelle’s breasts like you did with mine.”

“Sure!” I said enthusiastically. Michelle grinned as I went to her and placed my hand on her left breast while my mouth went around her right nipple. I closed my eyes and let out a happy sigh, pleased I was getting to touch a girl I had a crush on in such a way.

“You like that?” Michelle asked me after a bit.

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Now go back over to Sally.” Slightly confused I did so as Michelle said, “Sally, I dare you to let him put his pinky inside your vagina.”

Staring daggers at our cousin, Sally said, “Fine,” as she laid back and spread her legs high and wide for me. Reaching down with her fingers she opened her vagina and I could see the hole. “Lick your finger first, like I did.”

“Ok,” I said, a little breathlessly. I licked the pinky on my trembling right hand and moved it slowly between my sister’s legs until it was at the entrance to her young vagina. I swallowed and pushed it inside slowly, feeling layer after layer of warm bliss surrounding the finger as I worked it all the way into my sister.

“Oh…” gasped Sally as my finger sank into place.

“Is that good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, Tyler. Oh, wow…”

Operating on instinct, I moved my finger back and forth inside my sister’s vagina, savoring the sensation of the flesh clinging to my pinky. It was incredible! My penis twitched as I imagined what it would be like to have it in there.

“Ok, kids, don’t make this an all day project,” said Michelle after a few moments.

“Sorry,” I said, as I pulled back, my finger sliding out of my sister’s vagina. Then I looked at my cousin and said, “Your dare is to let me do the same thing to you.”

“Sure, but use your middle finger, ok? It’s bigger,” she said as she got onto the same position my sister had just been in.

Not one to argue, I got between Michelle’s legs and easily slid my middle finger into her wonderful vagina. It felt different from my sister’s, though every bit as amazing! I’d never cum without touching myself before, but by fingering my cousin I learned that it might be possible to do so!

“Enjoying yourself?” asked Michelle.

“Yeah!”

She grinned. “Cool. Now stop, so Sally can ask her next dare.”

“Huh? Oh, oh, yeah. Ok.”

I went back to my place, my penis oozing precum like there was no tomorrow as Sally said, “Ok, Michelle. I dare you to kiss Tyler on the mouth.”

“We already did that,” pointed out Michelle.

“Yeah, but this time you have to stand up while you’re doing it and hold his butt.”

“No problem,” she said with a smile. She came over to me and said, “Up you get.”

“Alright.” I stood.

Michelle put her arms around me and pulled me close so that my penis was pressed between our bodies and her breasts were against my chest. Then we started kissing as she moved her hands down to cup my ass. God, it was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life!

“You’re a very good kisser, Tyler.”

“Thanks.”

She gave my ass one last squeeze and then sat down, saying, “Ok, I’ve got an idea for a new game.”

“What?” I asked.

“Doubles dare.”

“Double dare?” I asked.

“No, Doubles dare.”

“And that is?” Sally asked.

“Well, basically each of us gets to dare the other two to do something. Anything. And just like before the other couple has to do it.”

“Sounds fine to me,” I said quickly.

“Sally?” Michelle asked. “IPod, remember?”

Rolling her eyes, Sally said, “Ok. This is getting kind of fun anyhow.”

“Good. Now! For my first dare, I get to dare you two to do something, and you have to do it, ok?”

“Ok,” my sister and I both said.

To Sally, she said, “I want you two to kiss, only I want him to lay on top of you while you guys make out.”

“Uh… ok,” Sally said.

I moved to my sister and got on top of her. It sounds like a simple thing, but it meant that for the first time in my life I was positioned well for intercourse, with my penis rubbing right against her vagina. I suddenly started to wonder if I was going to be a virgin by the end of the day.

“Am I a good kisser?” Sally asked after we broke contact.

“Yeah,” I said with a smile.

“Cool.”

“Ok, so now I get to dare you guys to do something, right?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Michelle said with a nod.

“Ok, uhm… well, let me watch you guys finger each other for a bit.”

“Ok,” Michelle said, smiling as she looked at my sister.

The two girls moved close to each other and each one moved their hand down to the other’s vagina. I watched in rapt happiness as my cousin’s finger slid into my sister’s body and vice-versa. God, it was so cool! I understood now why so many guys liked looking at lesbian porn.

Michelle began moving her finger in a nice steady rhythm inside my sister’s vagina. I saw Sally’s eyes cross and she let out a little gasp.

“You like that?” Michelle whispered.

“Yeah…”

“Cool.”

After a few moments of fingering, Michelle started making out with Sally, and then withdrew her finger and sat back with a little grin her face. Looking back over at Sally she said, “Your turn.”

Looking slightly devious, Sally said, “Ok. Tyler, I want you to rub your penis up against Michelle’s vagina. Don’t put it in, just rub it.”
I sat there with a stupid grin on my face and said, “Ok!”

Michelle laid back and spread her legs, cocking her finger at me and gesturing for me to come towards her. I did, my penis in hand. Once I was close enough I started rubbing it against her vagina, moving it kind of like a paint brush. God, it was fantastic! I so wanted to fuck her more than just about anything, even though I knew if I did, I might manage one thrust before I came. Maybe.

Once I was seated, Michelle said, “Well. My turn.” Looking directly at Sally she said, “I want Tyler to put his penis inside your vagina.”

The room went deathly silent.

“Trust me,” Michelle continued. “You’ll love it. Besides, you two really should lose your virginities to each other.”

Sally looked at me and I looked at her. Eventually she said, “I… I don’t know… all the way?”

“Yes, that’s how it works.”

“For how long?” she asked in a small voice.

“Until he cums. I don’t think that’ll take long,” my cousin said, winking at me.

Sally licked her lips nervously and stared at my penis. I was motionless, too scared/horny to react.

“Well…” she said after a year’s worth of seconds. “I guess just once wouldn’t hurt.”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Michelle looked at me. “Then after you fuck her, you get to fuck me.”

My heart and penis both jumped. I was apparently right about losing my virginity today!

“I’ll help you guys, don’t worry,” Michelle reassured us. “First, Sally, lay on your back and spread your legs as high and wide as you can.”

“Ok,” she said, doing so.

“Let me just make sure everything is ready,” Michelle said. She got between my sister’s legs and, to my amazement, leaned down and started licking Sally’s vagina! I watched as she ran her tongue down the slit, up inside and all over the place while Sally squirmed and wiggled in what I assumed was total bliss.

“Right, you’re ready,” Michelle said after a moment. She moved away from Sally and said, “Now, Tyler. Get between her legs just like you were with me earlier.”

“Alright,” I said, getting into position, my eager penis just a few inches from my sister’s vagina.

Michelle took hold of me and lined me up. “Now go slow. Really, really slow, ok? You don’t want to hurt her.”

I nodded, took a deep breath and pushed forward. I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to do it. Was it supposed to be stop-and-go, or just go in all at once, or what? What I figured out pretty quickly was that I had to work it back and forth. It took some doing, but it wasn’t long before I’d worked my entire fourteen-year-old virgin penis into my younger sister’s twelve-year-old virgin vagina, stopping only once my pubic hair was resting against her.

“Holy fuck…” I whispered.

“You like that?” Michelle asked, resting her hand on my ass.

“Oh, god, yes.” I looked down at Sally as my penis was bathing in the warm folds of her vagina. “You like it, Sally?”

“Yeah…” she whispered.

“Move it in and out,” Michelle instructed.

I nodded and started slowly fucking my sister. With the first couple thrusts, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Sure enough, after less than ten strokes, I found myself pushing as deep into Sally as I could get and holding myself there as my penis fired my sperm deep into my little sister’s vagina.

“Oh, god,” I gasped, once I was finally done cumming. The orgasm had seemed to last forever, even though it was entirely too short.

“Congrats,” Michelle said, grinning at me. “You’ve both just committed incest. Now pull out.”

I did and flopped onto the floor next to Sally, still breathing hard.

“You had fun, Sally?” Michelle asked.

“Yeah… it felt really good.” She smiled shyly.

“Gonna do it again with him?”

Looking at me, Sally said, “If he wants.”

“Oh, I want,” I managed to say with a little chuckle.

“Cool.” Michelle gave my sister a kiss and then said, “There’s a small bathroom over there. Why don’t you go get a shower while I fuck your brother?”

“Ok.” Sally got up, a little unsteadily, and walked towards the bathroom, a bit of my sperm trailing down her thigh.

“So, here we are,” Michelle said, laying next to me.

“Yeah.” I propped myself up on an arm and looked at her. “You planned this all along, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” she admitted. “I wanted to do you and I wanted to do Sally and I thought watching you do each other would be hot. It was.” She grinned wolfishly. “Besides, not every guy gets to lose it to his sister.”

“That was pretty cool,” I conceded.

“Anyhow,” she said, taking my penis in her hand. “This way I’d make sure you’d last a little longer when you fucked me.”

“That makes sense.”

“Now, let’s make sure you’re good and ready,” Michelle said. She sat up a little, opened her mouth and lowered it down around my penis. I let out a loud gasp as she did; I was pretty sensitive still after cumming.

After blowing me for a couple minutes, Michelle must’ve decided I was hard I was going to get. She pulled her mouth way, gave me a kiss and then straddled me. Then my cousin got into position and slowly lowered her thirteen-year-old vagina around my fourteen-year-old penis.

“Oh, god, that’s nice,” I said as I entered completely.

“Oh, yeah… god, you got a good dick, Tyler…”

Even though I’d cum in my sister only a few moments before I started fucking my cousin, it still wasn’t more than a couple minutes before another load of my sperm was shot into Michelle’s vagina. I’d lasted longer than I had with Sally, but not by much.

When Sally came back from her shower, the three of us sat around talking and chatting for a bit before we started fucking again. We did it all day. My favorite thing ended up being when one of the girls rode my penis while the other straddled my face with the two of them kissing. It was way cool!

We spent pretty much the entire time at my aunt and uncle’s place fucking whenever we could. One night Michelle and I even screwed in her bed, which was cool and kinda dangerous since parents had the room next door.

As for Sally, well, even after we went home, she and I still fucked a lot. She’d decided she really liked sex, and I could empathize! It added a new aspect to our relationship and, hey, I sure wasn’t complaining!

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 07 – November

October 17, 2008

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 07 – November
By
Alex Hawk

October rolled into November. I was still getting poked on a regular basis by Lucien and his brother, and very occasionally by Scott. He and Kelly seemed to spend a lot of time fucking now that they’d started. I still hadn’t gone with my plans to sleep with Jacob, but I figured it was only a matter of time.

Kelly and I spent a lot of time talking about sex since she’d started doing it with her brother. I knew she was happy with him, but she also wanted to get some other boy’s penis inside her, and wanted to try it with a virgin. I thought for a bit about setting her up with my brother, but I wanted his cherry, so instead I figured I’d find a boy we could share.

And so, on the day after Thanksgiving, Kelly and I went down to the local mall. It was something we both wanted to do anyhow, you know, for window shopping. I figured we could also probably pick up a little something to share.

Eventually we got into the food court and settled down outside a Starbucks sipping a couple lattes. We’d already been wandering for a couple hours. I’d seen and rejected several boys for various reasons. Now, however, as we sat there together, I spotted the one I thought would be just perfect!

He was sitting on a bench about twenty feet from us. He had emo-style blond hair and blue eyes. He had a skateboard sitting on the bench next to him and was flipping through some skater magazine. He looked bored. He looked perfect.

“That one,” I said quietly, pointing towards the boy.

Kelly turned and looked. “Oh. Wow. Yeah, he’s a hottie.”

“You want him inside you?”

She giggled a little. “God, you’re graphic!”

I shrugged. “You know why we’re here and what we’re looking for. So you want him in you, or not?”

“Ok.”

“I don’t know if he’s a virgin,” I pointed out. “But even if he isn’t, you still wanna do him?”

“Sure!”

“Ok.” I took a sip of my latte and said, “Hey! Hey, you!” The boy looked up. I gestured at him. “Yeah, you. Come here.”

He picked up his skateboard and walked over. “Yeah?”

“Sit down for a second,” I said, pulling out the chair between Kelly and I.

“Alright.”

“I’m Madison. This is Kelly.”

“Oh, hi. I’m Jesse.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said with a smile.

He smiled back. “So… what can I do for you?”

“Well, we were both sitting here talking about how hot you are,” I said, looking right into his eyes.

Jesse blushed, making me relatively certain he was still a virgin. “Thanks.”

“So what brings you out here today?”

He shrugged. “Just doing some window shopping. Trying to find out what I want to get people for Christmas and stuff.”

I nodded. “Sounds kind of like what we’re doing.”

The three of us sat around just chatting and making small-talk for a bit. Jesse, I learned, was fifteen, lived not far away, and single. Oh, there was some other stuff I learned, too, but that was all that I really cared about.

After nearly half-an-hour of chatting, I said, “Well, Jesse. It’s been really cool talking with you.”

“Oh, thanks!” he said. He looked a little disappointed. Obviously he thought Kelly and I were leaving. I figured what I said to him in the next few minutes would make him a lot happier.

“You said you live nearby, right?” I asked, leaning close to him.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good.” I leaned even closer and whispered into his ear. “How would you like for the three of us to go back to your place and you can fuck me and Kelly for a few hours?”

“Uh! What?” he asked, blinking in surprise.

I placed a hand on Jesse’s thigh and moved it slowly upward to rest on his crotch as I whispered again, “Do you wanna fuck me and Kelly?”

“Are you serious?” he squeaked.

I gave his penis a gentle squeeze through his jeans. “Oh, yes…”

Kelly smiled at Jesse. “She asking you the question?”

“Yeah…”

She moved closed and put her hand down next to mine on his lap. “Well?”

“Uhm… well, look, I mean… you’re both nice and all, but…”

“But?” I asked, kissing his cheek.

“Well,” he said, blushing, “I’m still… you know… a virgin…”

“So?” Kelly said.

“Yeah, so?” I echoed.

“Well, it’s just that I want my first time to be, you know… special.”

I laughed and kissed his cheek again. “Look, Jesse. You’ve got the chance to fuck two girls for your first time. It doesn’t get much more special than that.”

He laughed a little in response. “Yeah, that’s true, I guess.”

“So?” I squeezed his penis again. “You wanna go fuck us, and have a great story to tell your friends for the rest of your life, or do you wanna pussy out and spend the rest of your life wishing you’d fucked us?”

“Are you both really serious about this?” Jesse asked, looking at both of us.

As his face turned towards me, I put a hand on the back of his head and pressed my mouth against his, working my tongue inside and giving this beautiful virgin the best kiss I could possibly manage.

“What do you think?” I asked after I broke off the kiss.

Jesse swallowed. “Ok.”

“Good!” I stood up abruptly. “Let’s go!”

“Now?” he asked in surprise.

“You know a better time?”

“Well, no.”

“Ok. Let’s go back to your place and fuck,” I said with a wicked grin.

Grinning nervously himself, Jesse stood up and he, Kelly and I left the mall.

We talked some more as we walked towards Jesse’s house. Well, to be more exact, Kelly and I talked a lot. Jesse hardly spoke at all. My guess was all the blood had left his brain and flowed to a different part of his body.

Once we got to Jesse’s house, he showed us around a little and then deposited us into the living room. He dashed into the kitchen and came back with three Cokes. I gestured for him to sit between Kelly and I.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the Coke from him as Kelly took hers.

“You’re welcome.” He cracked his open and took a quick sip, obviously to hide some lingering embarrassment.

“So! Where do you want to fuck us?” I asked brightly.

Perfectly timed, too, it turned out, as I watched him nearly spew Coke. “What?” he managed to choke out after a couple minutes.

“Well,” I said in my best serious voice. “We can do it here on the couch, or in your bed. Or your parents bed. Or the kitchen. Really anywhere. It’s up to you. Just so long as it’s some place where the three of can be naked together.”

“Uh… well, I haven’t really thought about it.” He took another hurried sip. “Uh… you’re really… well, serious about this?”

“You mean you STILL don’t believe me?” I asked in mock indignation. “He doesn’t believe me!” I said to Kelly.

“Terrible,” she said, clucking her tongue.

“What can we do to convince him?” I asked.

Kelly appeared to think for a moment. “How about this?” she suggested, and then pulled her t-shirt up off her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Ah…” Jesse said, looking at Kelly’s small breasts. As he did, I pulled off my own shirt, exposing my equally braless body, and tapped him on the shoulder. “Ah…” he breathed again as he saw me.

I took both his hands and placed one on each of my breasts. “So… you believe us yet?”

“Yeah…” He swallowed, his eyes wide. “Shit, we’re really gonna fuck!”

“Yep,” I said with a giggle. “So… where at?”

“We should probably go up to my bedroom,” Jesse said after a moment.

“To the bedroom, then,” I said, standing up.

Jesse got up a little awkwardly and led the way, Kelly and I following him, my eyes fixed on his firm ass.

“This is gonna be fun, Madison,” Kelly whispered as we walked.

“Yeah! I’ll let you get him in you first, since you wanted a virgin.”

“Cool.”

We got to Jesse’s bedroom. It was a little tidier than I was used to seeing for a teenage boy, though he had all the standard posters up on the wall. What was really nice, though, was that he had a good-sized bed. Queen, was my guess.

“Nice room,” I said, shutting and locking the door behind us. Pointing to his bed I added, “Sit.”

Jesse sat.

I nodded at Kelly and the two of us began to remove the rest of our clothes. Once we were naked we each sat on one side of Jesse and began taking turns kissing him. I figured he must’ve thought he’d died and gone to Heaven!

At one point while I was kissing Jesse, I began removing his shirt. Once it was off, I took a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me. Oh, he was quite nice! I couldn’t wait to see the rest, so I said, “Stand up.”

“Ok.” Jesse stood.

I reached over and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I let them drop and then hooked my fingers into his boxers, pulling them down and exposing his very hard, very smoothly shaved, virgin penis. It put me in mind of Lucien’s, though it was a little bigger. His whole body, did, actually, except that he was blonde and Lucien wasn’t. God, Jesse was sexy.

“All yours,” I said to Kelly.

She moved close and took Jesse’s penis in her hand. Stroking it slowly she smiled, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. As she did that, I stood up and began kissing Jesse, letting one of my hands drop down to his tight little ass as I did.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Jesse whispered as we kissed.

I grinned. “It is. You won’t be a virgin much longer.”

“Cool…”

“You wanna learn how to do something girls will go nuts for?”

“Sure.”

“Lay back,” I said to Kelly. She did so and I got down between her legs. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and began licking it all over her clit and vaginal lips. I’d never even thought about doing anything lesbian with someone before, but now it was something I wanted to try and, I was learning, wasn’t too bad at all!

“Oh, wow,” Jesse whispered, watching the action.

I worked a finger up into my friend’s vagina and winked at her as I kept licking her clitoris. With my other hand I reached up to caress one of her breasts and play with her nipples, doing to Kelly what I know I liked having done to me.

After a couple minutes of pleasuring my friend, I looked up at Jesse.

“You ready to try this?” I asked him.

“Oh, yeah.”

We switched places. As he knelt down between Kelly’s legs, I said, “Now just lick everything you see, and slide in your finger. She’ll love that.”

“Ok,” he said, and began working, moving his other hand up to one of Kelly’s breasts, just as I’d been doing.

I laid down next to Kelly and watched as Jesse began to work his tongue around her vagina. Idly I played with the breast Jesse wasn’t busy with.

“Since when… are you a lesbian?” Kelly gasped as Jesse’s tongue had an effect.

I shrugged. “Just expressing some curiosity.”

“Ok,” she said, and then I felt a finger that wasn’t mine or Jesse’s working its way into my vagina. I looked at Kelly in slight surprise. “Hey, you aren’t the only one who’s curious.”

This pleasant scene continued for a little while, but eventually I got bored with it. I wanted to see Jesse fuck. So I sat up and ruffled his hair.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” he asked, looking up from between Kelly’s legs.

“Ready to stop being a virgin?”

Jesse’s eyes went wide. “Uh! Yeah! Sure, ok!”

“Stand up.”

Jesse did so. His penis was at just about the right level for sex, I thought. A little high, but I figured he’d find a way to deal. I took it in my hands and began stroking it a little. Lining it up with Kelly’s vagina, I whispered, “When you’re ready, just push. I’ll guide you in.”

“Do I need a condom or anything?” he asked, sounding nervous as hell.

“No, it’s ok. We’re on the Pill,” I lied. I wasn’t actually all that worried about getting pregnant. I figured with the amount of sperm I’d had in me over the last few months, if I wasn’t pregnant by now, I wasn’t ever going to be. Though I had to admit one part of me, a very stupid part, was actually hoping I would get pregnant.

“Ok.” Jesse took a couple deep breaths, had a false start, and then I felt his body tense as he pushed forward. I looked around his gorgeous nude body and watched as he slowly sank every inch of his rigid, hairless, fifteen-year-old virgin penis into Kelly’s waiting twelve-year-old vagina. I was so jealous of her right then.

I moved my hand off the base of Jesse’s penis so the last bit could slide in. “There,” I whispered. “Now that pesky virginity is gone. How do you like it?”

“Oh, god… it’s wonderful…” he whispered.

“Good.” I placed one hand on Jesse’s bare pubes, right above where his penis vanished into my friend’s vagina. The other hand I moved up to his smooth, hairless chest. “Now fuck her,” I directed.

Not needing any further direction, Jesse began to move his hips, sliding in and out of Kelly. At first he moved rather awkwardly, like a virgin boy would, but then began to get the hang of it.

All too quickly the other aspect of devirginizing a boy came to light as Jesse began to moan and gasped out, “I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Go ahead,” I whispered to him.

“Uh… oh… oh, god… uh!” Jesse moaned loud and pushed deep as his teenage penis began to shoot its sperm into preteen Kelly’s vagina. I held his naked, trembling body tight against mine as the orgasm washed over him.

Once Jesse finished cumming, I put a hand on each of his hips and slowly pulled back, letting his penis slide out of Kelly’s vagina. Then I hugged him and kissed him.

“How was that?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, that was just… oh, I gotta lay down…” He plopped down onto the bed next to Kelly.

I straddled Jesse’s waist, letting my vagina brush briefly against his still-hard penis. Then I leaned down and kissed him a few more times.

“I bet you’re happy you said yes to us, eh?” I asked with a smile.

Jesse giggled. “Yeah.” He looked at Kelly. “Did you like it?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, kissing him. “You were my first virgin.”

“Oh, cool…”

The conversation stopped at that point, as I began kissing him again. While we kissed, I felt Kelly moving around behind us and wasn’t at all surprised when I felt Jesse’s penis being moved into position.

Grinning ear-to-ear, I moved back, feeling Jesse’s penis slide deep into my vagina. Once he was all the way inside, I stopped kissing him and whispered, “Surprise!”

“Yeah…” He looked down. “Oh, wow, that feels so nice…”

I rolled us over, taking care to keep him inside me. Once I was on my back, I placed my hands on Jesse’s butt and said, “Fuck me.”

“Ok.” Jesse began moving his wonderful, nude body on top of me. I laid back and relaxed, watching the beautiful sight of him fucking me and savoring the sensation of being inside me. I was so happy I’d decided not to stay a virgin, I thought to myself. Sex rocked!

Jesse wound up cumming in me after less than five minutes, though that was at least long enough to give me an orgasm. About ten minutes after that, he was screwing Kelly again, and making her get off.

We fucked a total of seven times during a three hour period. My favorite part had to be when I was riding Jesse’s penis while Kelly was straddling his face and she and I were kissing. Glorious beyond all imagining!

As I rode home on the bus after all the sex was over, and after plans were made for us to hook up again, I thought about what my next move was going to be. Christmas was coming up soon. Perhaps I’d give Jacob the best present ever by taking something away from him.

END OF PART SEVEN

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Study BG3-17 – Part One

September 20, 2018

Study BG3-17 – Part One
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Paige woke slowly, squinting against the bright, white lights in the room. Her thoughts seemed fuzzy and slow. Something seemed wrong, but she couldn’t figure out what it might be and she was having a difficult time understanding how she should feel about that.

The first thing the girl noticed was that she was lying on her back on a sort of S-curved seat, so that her feet were on about the same level as her stomach, as if she were sitting back in a recliner. The seat was suede or some other type of soft leathery material, and it felt nice against her bare skin. The second, more important, thing she noticed was that she was completely nude. That realization seemed to clear up a bit of the fog in her head and she gave an involuntary gasp and looked around more alertly.

The seat or sofa or whatever it was, Paige wasn’t sure, was white. It was about 5 feet wide, and she was on the right side of it. On the left side was another girl. She could see that this girl was just waking as well, blinking her eyes sleepily. The other girl seemed to be about her own age, which was twelve, and she was also completely naked. For a moment she found herself looking at the other girl’s small, budding breasts, which were bigger than her own, like two orange halves, as opposed to her own puffy little bee-stings atop the slightest of mounds.

Panic suddenly assailed her as she realized that what she was seeing was real. She wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t in her house. She wasn’t anywhere she recognized. This room was strange. From what she could see, it was circular, as there was an arched wall in front of her. Up on that wall was looked like a large flat-screen television, but it seemed to have a sliding door in front of it and that door was currently covering the bottom third of the black screen. There was a counter under the television that seemed to circle around out of sight on either side, and it featured many drawers and cupboards. Glancing back at the other girl, she noticed something odd. In the empty space between them was a blue symbol. She stared blearily at it for a moment, knowing she should recognize it. It was a circle with an arrow pointing out of it to the northeast, and she finally remembered it was the symbol for male.

At that moment the other girl, Jenna, turned her head and looked at her. Her eyes were confused and a bit wild. “Is this real?” she whispered, her voice croaking with dryness or disuse.

“I think so,” Paige answered, feeling the discomfort in her own throat.

Jenna stared at the girl, her eyes on her little girl breasts, until Paige self-consciously covered her chest with one arm. That’s when Jenna realized she was also nude and with a lurch, she jumped up off the bed, one arm covering her chest, one hand protecting her groin. “Where is this?” she asked in a panic. “How did we get here?”

Paige noticed several things when the other girl jumped up from her seat. One was that, though her breasts were obviously more developed than Paige’s, the other girl didn’t seem to have any pubic hair at all, which made her feel strangely better, as she had quite a few and somehow that balanced things. The girl was very pretty though. She had the kind of beauty Paige always wished she possessed. She knew she was pretty as well, but she was pretty in a pixie-like, elven sort of way. The other girl was pretty in a very womanly sort of way, like a model. Her hair was golden blonde and shoulder length and seemed to fall in a smooth sheet, like shimmering water. She kept her own blonde hair cut short except for two pigtail buns on top, like little anime ears. The second thing she noticed was that there was another symbol where the girl had been lying, a pink female symbol, with the circle and cross looking like a little person. Finally, she noticed that the sliding panel over the tv had moved and now was covering two thirds of the screen.

Paige also stood, covering only her tiny breasts and noticed that the screen had fully closed. “I don’t know how we got here. I only just woke up, too. I remember going to sleep in my bed last night and then waking up here.”

“Oh my God,” Jenna whimpered. “Have we been kidnapped? Where are our clothes?!”

Paige was wondering why the girl kept asking her questions to which she obviously had no answers. She was used to that though, usually being the smartest girl in her class. Still, she had to admit this wasn’t a normal situation and she figured it was only the drugs which had kept her unconscious, because how else, she reasoned, could she be in a totally different place without drugs, which were keeping her so calm when she knew she should be as panicked as the pretty blonde girl.

“I don’t know how we got here,” she explained calmly. “I don’t know where we are or anything more than you do. We should probably look around and maybe find some clues. Oh, and I’m Paige.”

The other girl visibly attempted to calm herself. “Sorry. You’re right. I’m just freaking out. My name’s Jenna.”

“Well, Jenna, I’m not sure it’s nice to meet you, but I think I’m glad I’m not here alone at least. Let’s split up. You go that way,” she said, pointing to the left, “and I’ll go this way. See if we can find anything.”

Jenna nodded, grateful the other girl was thinking clearly. She hated to think about what might be happening, but she figured it was better to know than just guess at all sorts of horrible stuff. She instantly liked Paige, thinking she was smart as well as pretty, with her short blonde hair, cute little pigtail buns, and her bright blue eyes.

Paige started to the right. The seat they’d been on backed against a square wall, and the wall on her left continued to curve. Everything she was seeing was white. White floor, white walls, white counters, white everything. She’d just spotted what she thought was a shower and a toilet beyond it when she heard bare feet against the white tile floor and turned to see Jenna hurrying towards her, her eyes wide and panicked.

“What is it?” she asked, hurrying up to the other girl. She noticed for the first time that Jenna as about four inches taller than her own four foot eight.

“There’s a boy over there!” Jenna whispered frantically.

Paige felt her heart lurch. All the terrible scenarios she’d been trying to suppress flashed through her mind. “What’s he doing?” she asked fearfully.

“Sleeping I think,” Jenna answered. “There’s a bed over there.”

“Sleeping?” Paige responded, confused but hopeful. Sleeping wasn’t nearly as bad as ‘coming at us with a knife’, or ‘coming to rape us’, or worst of all, ‘coming at us with a knife to rape us’.

Jenna nodded and then in an even quieter voice said, “He’s naked, too.”

Paige processed this for a moment. “You’re sure he’s asleep?” she asked.

Jenna, arms still covering herself above and below, did her best to shrug and said, “I think so.”

“Ok,” Paige said. “Let’s go see.”

The pair walked cautiously the way Paige had been going, doing their best by silent consent to walk quietly; not a difficult feat. They each noted the large, glass enclosed shower with the single shower head above, although only Paige noted the presence of more symbols on the floor below it, the outlines of three sets of feet, two in pink and one in blue. Outside the shower was a toilet and beside that a sink area, with three toothbrushes. To the right, the square column against which their seat had been backed showed a tiny kitchenette, with mini-fridge and sink and a roll of paper towels. Again, everything was white.

A moment later they came into sight of the bed. It was a queen sized bed with a white covering or sheet and a long, single pillow. In the middle of the bed was the boy. Moving to within about ten feet of the bed, the pair of girls stood staring. The boy was blond, like they were, although his hair was much more blond than either of theirs, almost white it was so blond. It looked to be about collar length, and while it was pretty straight up top and on the sides, by the time it reached its end it was very curly. His face was restful in sleep, and each girl thought he was very cute, almost pretty even, with his button nose and bee-stung, pink lips. He looked to be about their same age.

Neither girl had seen a naked boy their age, and though each attempted to pretend they weren’t staring, that’s exactly what each of them was doing. He was nicely tanned everywhere except his middle, but unlike most boys who would have been white from waist to knee, this boy was only pale in a clearly defined area about the size of a small pair of briefs. Paige, the obvious thinker, immediately realized the boy must be on a swim team or the like, as he clearly wore a Speedo-type bathing suit most of the time.

The boy’s chest was smooth, and his stomach shallow, dipping down with muscled fluidity to the paleness of his groin, which is where each girl found herself staring. Neither really knew what she was expecting to see. Most of Jenna’s experiences with dicks had been looking at pictures online with a friend, but those were men with huge, erect penises. Paige had seen her little brother naked, but he was only three, and on a couple of occasions she’d accidentally seen her father naked. The boy didn’t really look like either, she thought.

The boy’s penis was soft and less than three inches long, a little worm about the thickness of a man’s thumb. Paige thought it was much bigger than her baby brother’s and not nearly as big as her father’s, but she supposed that made perfect sense for a twelve year old boy. It was paler than most of his body, but then that was true of the whole area. The one spot of color was the reddish little acorn shaped head which half-peeked from a collar of skin. At the base of it they could see a smattering of silky hairs, a shade or two darker than that on his head. The boy’s legs were hairless except for a field of tiny hairs just a few inches above his ankles and going no more than halfway up his calves. His legs were outstretched, and hanging down between them was a wrinkly little bag of skin holding grape-sized testicles. The sac did look to be a shade darker than his penis.

Paige glanced to her right and saw that Jenna was just as mesmerized by the sight as she felt. Looking at the boy sent strange tingles through her, and she shook herself, trying to fight the odd feeling. “What are we going to do?” she asked the other girl.

Jenna seemed shaken and she turned a bit wide-eyed to Paige. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “Oh my God,” she then exclaimed. “What if he wakes up?”

“Well of course he’s going to wake up,” Paige reasoned, as if explaining to a three year old. Paige found herself looking at the boy again. The steady rise and fall of his chest reminded her that he was indeed alive and would eventually wake.

“But he’ll see us naked!” Jenna remarked.

Paige shrugged at that point and reasoned, “Well, we’ve seen him. Only fair I guess.”

“I’m not letting some boy see me naked,” Jenna stated insistently, as if that were that.

“Shhh!” Paige hissed, alarmed at the increased volume of the other girl. “He’s definitely going to wake up if you’re that loud.”

“I don’t want to be here,” Jenna lamented, suddenly overcome by the situation.

“Well, we are,” Paige replied. “Wishing isn’t going to change anything. We still need clues.”

“Well, maybe if you’d stop looking at his dick!” the other girl whispered loudly.

Paige blushed, realizing that her gaze had indeed drifted back to the strange boy’s groin. She was about to turn back to Jenna with an angry retort of her own when she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She looked back between his legs. She took a couple of steps closer and then pointed, saying, “Look.”

Jenna sighed. “I’ve seen it,” she said. “It’s cute, but staring at a boy’s dick isn’t going to help us get out of here.”

“Not his d-… thing,” Paige said, awkwardly stumbling over the ‘dirty’ word. “There, between his legs.”

“They are balls,” Jenna said impatiently. “Geez, are you some kind of perv?”

“I don’t mean… them,” Paige said, annoyed. “Look, between his legs, there’s papers or something.”

Jenna stepped closer and saw what Paige had spotted. In the shadowy cleft beneath the boy’s hairless balls was the corner of something peeking out. It looked to be a folder or a sheaf of papers. For the first time, Paige also noted something she’d seen earlier but hadn’t registered – the two pink female symbols on either side of the boy on the bed.

“What is it?” Jenna asked.

“How should I know?” Paige whispered harshly, growing genuinely annoyed. “Maybe it’s a clue. Grab it.”

“Why should I grab it?” Jenna asked. “You saw it.”

Paige thought about arguing, but she just sighed with resignation instead. “Fine,” she huffed. Then she stood for a few long moments, not sure how to proceed. Finally, gathering her courage, she climbed up onto the bed. On hands and knees she crept gently forward.

Jenna watched the girl slowly crawling towards the boy, her gaze moving from the boy, to Paige, to between Paige’s legs. Embarrassed, she looked away, but her eyes kept sliding back. She’d never seen a girl in that position and couldn’t help imaging how she would look in the same position. Would she be as sexy as the smaller girl looked?

Paige stopped when she figured she was close enough. This close, she could smell the boy, a strange, musky odor that she found not at all unpleasant. She dipped her face closer, trying to make it appear to Jenna as if she had to in order to reach for the folder, but in actuality just wanting a closer sniff. Her eyes were locked on the boy’s penis. His dick, Jenna had called it. She knew the word, but it felt so dirty to her. Her mom called her little brother’s penis his wee. This didn’t look like a wee. This was something so much more mature and forbidden. This close she could see the little traceries of blue veins along the small shaft, the tiny blond fuzz, the texture of that spongy red acorn. She felt so naughty looking at this boy’s penis while he slept unaware.

Shaking herself mentally, Paige reached forward, hoping she wouldn’t brush the back of her hand against those loosely hanging balls and at the same time imagining doing just that. She wondered what that thin, wrinkly skin would feel like. Biting her lip, she curled her fingers around the corner of her prize. She could tell that it was definitely a folder of some sort. Applying gentle pressure, she attempted to pull on it. It didn’t budge.

“Grab it,” Jenna insisted from behind her.

“I’m trying!” she said as quietly as she could, and watched her breath stir the silky curls at the base of the boy’s penis. Then she jerked backwards as it moved. On her knees now, she held her breath as she watched the boy’s penis slowly shift to her right, and was it her imagination or was it growing fatter?

Paige gasped as the boy made a noise, a frustrated sigh. Then he yawned. Like a shot, she was off the bed and covering herself like a suddenly frozen Jenna. The movement had obviously disturbed the boy, as he jerked and sat up on his elbows, rapidly blinking his eyes. The girls watched in a sort of horrified fascination as the boy become aware of his surroundings.

Mason knew he wasn’t thinking straight. He saw bright light and he knew that was wrong. He always kept his curtains and blinds closed so that the morning sun was never more than a soft glow in his bedroom. Had his mom turned on his light? She knew he hated that. Still, this didn’t look like the ceiling light, and this didn’t feel like his room or his bed. And what were those two blobs in front of him?

Blinking several times, the blurry blobs resolved themselves into a sight which was clearer, but no more comprehensible. At the foot of a bed which was not his own, in a room which was not his own, stood two pretty blonde girls about his own age. The girls were naked. This part made some sense, as naked girls were not an uncommon thread in his dreams, but they didn’t usually cover themselves. At the sight of them, he felt a familiar tightening in his groin. He then watched the eyes of both girls go to his groin as he felt himself starting to grow and something about those looks cut right through all the fuzziness.

“Holy crap!” the boy exclaimed in his husky, boyish voice. He sat up and quickly reached between his legs to cover himself. The girls continued to look at him, but managed to look guilty about it at least, like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Is this real?” Mason asked. “What’s going on?”

Paige spoke up, hoping to curtail another round of pointless questions. She could see more of the booklet that had been under the boy, but she purposefully made herself look away, not wanting him to think she was trying to peek between his clutching hands. In her mind she was still seeing the way his smooth penis had begun to twitch and grow. “We don’t know what’s going on or where we are,” she said, centering herself. “We only woke up a few minutes ago. The room is a circle. We haven’t seen a door, or anybody else. There’s probably hidden cameras,” she said, realizing as she said it that it must be true.

“We were trying to get that,” Jenna spoke up, her voice squeaking a bit as she started to point and then realized she was about to expose her breasts. “That folder. It might be a clue,” she explained. Then, as an afterthought, “I’m Jenna. This is Paige.”

“Hi,” Paige replied.

“Uh, I’m Mason,” the boy responded, and after no response Mason looked down, but didn’t see anything at first. His left hand cupped his testicles and his right held his slim penis, which he could tell was starting to slowly deflate, for which he thought he was grateful. Leaning over even further he managed to see the thing underneath him, and with a bit of maneuvering, he rolled over to his right while still maintaining his shielding hands.

The kids all stared at the revealed folder. Across the front it said, ‘Study BG3-17 Subject Guide’. It was a glossy type paper folder. Nobody moved to pick it up. The three kids looked from the folder to each other, boy to girl to folder to boy to girl to folder. Nobody seemed willing to move a concealing hand.

After many long moments of inactivity, Paige gave an exasperated sigh and said, “Fine.” Then, left arm still covering her breasts, she reached out with her right and grabbed the folder.

Mason’s eyes were immediately drawn between the girl’s legs. He’d seen many naked women on the internet, but never one in real life and certainly never one as young as Paige. She had more pubic hair than he did, he noticed, but it was darker, which made sense. His own pubes were darker than the hair on his head, and while Paige had light blonde hair, it wasn’t nearly as light as his own platinum locks. The hairs were thin and silky though, like his. It wasn’t the triangular type of bush he’d seen on women, but instead seemed to line the puffy outer lips of the girl’s pussy. Then he really realized he was looking at a girl’s pussy and felt a resurgence of life from his dick and he looked away, both because he was embarrassed of being caught looking, and because he hoped his burgeoning boner would subside.

With the folder lying at the end of the bed, Paige opened it. There were only two pieces of paper, one on each side. The one on the left said, in large block letters, ‘DON’T PANIC’.

“Now they tell us,” she muttered.

“What?” Mason asked, unable to see the page from where he sat.

“It says ‘don’t panic’,” Jenna explained.

“Right,” Mason said sarcastically. “What’s there to panic about? Waking up naked in a strange room with naked girls, who knows where? No reason to panic.”
Paige gave the boy a sour look, then felt bad as she realized it was her own nerves and that she actually agreed with him. She gave him a small smile instead and he seemed to calm a bit and smiled in return. She pulled out the second page and read.


Dear Test Subjects,

As you’ve no doubt surmised by now, you have been removed from your homes and
brought to our installation. You’re to take part in a social experiment to help us further
our understanding of specific human behaviors. You’ve not been selected at random,
and are here with the full knowledge and permission of your parents, although they are
not themselves here and will have no part in the study.

You see, each of your parents is in debt to a certain corporation for quite a significant
amount and they have agreed to your presence here in return for a clean slate as well
as a hefty bonus for their discretion. In addition, upon satisfactory completion of this
study you will each receive a deposit into a fund which will help with your future
educational needs. Exciting, yes?

Now, as to the nature of this experiment. Well, that is actually for you to discern.
For now, there is really only one rule. First know that the nudity is indeed intentional.
We’re sorry for any mental discomfort this may cause, but we must all suffer for
science. Therefore, any attempts to fashion clothing or to keep oneself hidden away
will result in a punishment, namely starvation for ALL test subjects. Otherwise, this is
a logic puzzle of sorts. We leave it to you to discern the goal of the experiment as well
the length of your stay, which will be determined by the rate at which you fulfill the
experiment’s quotas. Know that you should plan for a stay of at least several weeks.

Until then, relax as much as you can. Know that you’re safe. No harm will come to
you. All of your needs will be met. The three of you will not have contact with anyone
else during the course of the study, so get to know one another without fear of intrusion.
As you’ve surmised, you are being observed, but even the observers are limited to
provide you with as much privacy as is possible under the circumstances.

Go Science!

“Go science?” Mason repeated. “Seriously?”

“That’s what it says,” Paige confirmed. She flipped the page, but there was nothing more and she returned it and closed the folder. Now that Mason had moved, she saw the blue ‘male’ symbol which had been underneath him. The symbols seemed to have been stitched into the fabric.

“So we have to stay naked?” Jenna asked, summing up the most important bit of information as she saw it. The other two looked equally distraught by the realization. “For weeks?”

“I can’t believe my parents did this,” Paige said softly.

“I can,” Jenna said. “My mom’s a selfish bitch and my dad does whatever she says.”

“I don’t think it’s true,” Mason said. “I think they just said that to make us shut up and do this experiment, whatever the heck it is. My mom would never do something like this.”

“Well,” Paige probed, “does she owe a lot of money?”

The boy shrugged. “Maybe,” he said grudgingly. “I guess I’ve heard her talking to my gramma about bills and stuff.”

“Maybe she didn’t have a choice,” Paige said, wondering if her own parents had had a choice. She knew her mom and dad loved her and loved each other, but she’d heard them fight from time to time, and it always seemed to be about money during those times she’d grown bold enough to sneak down the stairs a bit at night to hear better. Could they really do something like this to her? She supposed it was possible. Maybe the people didn’t even tell them what kind of experiment it was. For that matter, what kind of experiment was it?

“We need to find out what kind of experiment this is,” she announced. “You heard it. The sooner we figure it out, the sooner we can get out of here.”

“You’re right,” Mason said, awkwardly sliding to stand on the side of the bed while still covering himself.

“So we should look for more clues?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah,” Paige said. “Let’s search the whole place and see what we find.”

They agreed and began to move away from the bed. By chance, they all moved in the same direction, all still carefully covering themselves. Paige stopped for a moment and watched the other two move past her, trying not to become distracted as she watched Mason’s muscled bubble butt bob away from her.

“This is stupid,” she announced. Jenna and Mason turned to look at her inquisitively. “This,” she said, shrugging her arms as much as she could. “You heard what it said. Weeks. We’re going to be here for weeks and we have to stay naked the whole time, and not cover up, or we don’t get fed. So we’re all covering up. We need to just… you know…” She wracked her brain for a minute. “It’s like a band-aid,” she finally said. “We need to just rip it off and get over it.”

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked worriedly.

“I mean we just need to everybody stop covering. Just drop our hands, and everybody get all their staring and shyness out of their system so we can do this stupid experiment and not get starved.”

The three kids stood there for several long moments, each carefully considering this proposal. Mason could feel that his dick was soft against his hand, and he was pretty sure that was good. He was trying to decide if it was more embarrassing to be see with a boner, or be seen soft but small. Then he realized they had already probably seen him soft and small because he’d been sleeping and they’d been standing there for who knows how long.

“So, on three?” Paige urged. After a few long seconds she received hesitant nods from the other two children.

Nervous excitement filled each kid as Paige slowly counted. On three, they all dropped their hands to their sides, hearts pounding, eyes dancing.

Paige, perhaps the most observant, had already seen everything which was suddenly on offer, but found that the willing exposure of the others added some intangible, yet exciting element to the experience. She also realized that the others were looking at her tiny breasts, the puffy little bumps which provided her such a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment. She wished she had Jenna’s more developed boobs, so cute and perky. Mason was shifting from side to side nervously and she noticed he was no longer looking at either of them, but was instead in the midst of some inner struggle, probably to do with the fascinating swelling between his legs, which she’d seen briefly before when he’d first awoken.

Jenna could feel her face burning. She liked her small breasts, and liked showing them off by wearing thin, tight little shirts without a bra, smirking to herself as she noticed the reactions of boys and even men as they saw her. They were her secret pride, but being bare-chested before a strange boy and girl was something else altogether. She was also highly cognizant of the fact that she had no pubic hair at all, a point of such concern to her that she’d even asked her doctor about it weeks earlier. The reassurance that it would come soon enough had done little to sooth her worry. Now she could see the others staring at her smooth vulva and she was doubly aware of her sense of nakedness, especially compared to Paige with her fuzzy little mound and tiny breasts. How was that even fair? Even the boy had hair, and he was also shorter than her by at least two inches. Then the thought of inches drew her eye back to that fascinating little tube of flesh between his legs, the tube which was slowly lifting upward. Despite her casual attitude about his nudity with Paige earlier, she was fascinated by everything about him, even if his dick was pretty small.

Mason found he was holding his breath as he dropped his hands on Paige’s count of three. It was probably one of the hardest things he’d ever done. As she’d been the one counting, the boy’s eyes first went to Paige’s exposed chest as she dropped her arms. Of course, he’d seen those little types of nubs through the shirts of many developing girls and he’d often wondered what they looked like underneath. Now he knew and he was fascinated. The smaller girl’s breasts were a barely noticeable mound, but with puffy looking areolas and nipples.

Mason then looked to the other girl. Jenna’s boobs were much larger, although still small compared to the breasts he’d seen online, lovely rounded mounds which sat saucily upon her chest, and topped with tiny areolas and nipples not much larger than his own. Glancing downward he was fascinated to see that the taller girl seemed to have no pubes at all. He wondered how that could even be, because Paige’s breasts were much smaller and she had even more hairs than he did.

Mason wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he made all these observations, but it was probably only a few seconds. He was suffering from a bit of sensory overload, however, faced with multiple boobs and pussies and he felt that all too familiar tightening in his groin. The sensation made him panic, as the thought of being hard in front of these two strange girls, let alone the hidden people on their monitors, was terrifying. He’d have imagined that thought alone would have been enough to kill his rising hard-on, but his dick had other ideas.

Desperately, Mason looked between the two girls at the room beyond and forced himself to think of the most horrible things he could imagine. He tried to remember in vivid detail the time he’d been with his mom in the car and the car in front of them had hit a cat, and the way the poor animal had flopped about in the road. His dick was still rising and a worried glance downward showed that it was sticking straight out from his body, thickening and threatening to rise higher. So he squeezed his eyes closed and remembered the time he and his mom had been visiting his grandmother and she’d fallen in the shower, how the two of them had had to lift the nude, 300 lb woman. He was picturing those large, floppy boobs and the gray patch of hair between her legs when he felt a change. A quick glance downward showed that he was pointing downward again and he sighed with relief. A cautious look around showed him that he could look at the girls again without risk of further embarrassment again, at least for now.

Paige felt a bit of disappointment as she saw the fascinating appendage between Mason’s legs slowly shrinking again. She wondered if that had been an erection. She’d been under the impression that they pointed more upward, at least from vague descriptions she’d heard in whispered, giggly conversations with her more ‘experienced’ friends. Maybe that was as big as it got, or maybe the boy had done something to make it stop growing. He’d certainly seemed to be struggling with some inner turmoil.

“Are we all done?” the girl finally inquired. Two sets of eyes raised to meet her and there were nods of assent.

“I still don’t like being naked,” Jenna muttered. She glanced around suspiciously at where she thought the cameras might be, but the ceiling was so full of various unknown bits of equipment and odd bits and pieces it was impossible to know what was what. She almost covered up again but visibly stopped herself. “Freaking pervs.”

“Let’s just keep exploring and see what we find,” Paige suggested.

The others agreed and they all split up. A bit of exploration gave them the basic layout of the circular room. To begin with, the theme was definitely ‘scientific white’, with slick white ceramic tiles on the floors and walls and a white ceiling. There was a white square in the center, with white painted concrete walls. On one side was the seat where the girls had awoken and opposite that on the wall was the tv, now completely hidden by the panel. Paige for some reason thought of that as east. To the north then was the bed where Mason awoke, and to the south of that on the wall was a small sitting area, with a mirror, a chair, and drawers that were as yet unchecked.

To the west was the bath area, with the glass-enclosed shower, the opening of which was actually against the wall, which featured a small shelf for shampoo and soap. The whole area was slightly sloped downward to a large drain. The three glass walls were set into a steel frame starting about a foot above the ground and were each about five feet high. The entire enclosure was about six feet square. There was a large, rain-type shower head above and the colored foot outlines on the ground beneath it Paige had noticed before. To the north of the shower was the toilet, set against the west wall and enclosed on two sides by four foot walls of glass-like architectural brick, greenish in hue. Beyond that was a small sink for washing hands and brushing teeth. The central wall in this area was the kitchenette.

Finally, to the south was a sitting area, with a dining table and chairs as well as some beanbags and cushions on a thick rug. Against the central wall here was a desk area, complete with a large monitor and a keyboard in front of an office chair. The monitor was off and there seemed to be no sign of a power button.
Jenna and Mason were standing in front of the blank computer monitor when Paige joined them from the west. “Can we try something?” she asked.
“What’s up?” Mason asked.

Paige motioned for the others to follow and she led them toward the bath area. “Watch,” she instructed, and she stepped under the shower. Nothing happened. There were no knobs to turn on the water. “See the feet?” she asked, indicating the pink and blue foot outlines. “I think we have to all be together for it to come on,” she explained. “Step over here.”

As instructed, Jenna and then Mason joined her. As soon as Mason set a foot within about two feet of the central area, the shower sputtered and began to rain. With little shrieks the girls jumped back, and Mason followed.

“See?” Paige grinned triumphantly.

“My hair’s wet,” Jenna complained, although she’d barely been touched by the water.

Paige looked around for a moment and went to the nearest cupboard. Opening it revealed it to be full of towels and washcloths, all white to match the rest of the strange room. She grabbed a towel and quickly wiped off her right leg, which was the only spot that had been wet and tossed the towel to Jenna.
The taller girl grabbed the towel desperately and not only dried the bit of moisture in her hair, but that on her arms and legs as well. Then, as if she couldn’t help herself, she began to wrap the towel around her as she always did when she got out of the shower.

Suddenly the kids were assaulted by a low, menacing hum that seemed to come from everywhere and the light, a clinical brightness up to now, turned an angry red. “Take it off!” Paige and Mason cried in unison, and frightened, Jenna tossed the towel away from her as if it were a poisonous snake. Immediately, the hum stopped and the light returned to normal. Jenna looked like she was going to cry. Seeing her distress, Paige stepped forward and hugged the girl, who clung to the smaller girl desperately.

Mason wanted to hug her as well, but he was worried what she might think and scared that his body might betray him again. Instead, he had an inspiration. “Hey,” he spoke softly into the uneasy silence. “There’s marks sorta like this on that couch, too.”

Paige looked at him over Jenna’s shoulder, a small, grateful smile on her face. “He’s right,” she said, and with a last squeeze, she released Jenna who seemed sorry to let her go. “I think it controls the tv.”

“There’s a tv?” Mason and Jenna asked together.

“Let’s check it out,” Paige suggested, happy for something to do. She figured if she kept moving forward she wouldn’t have time to think about all of this too much.

The three kids moved to the east side of the room. To demonstrate her theory, Paige sat down and back on the lounge, her back against the pink female symbol, in the spot where Jenna had awoken. Across the room, the panel covering the television dropped by a third. “See?” she said, pointing. “You guys sit down,” she instructed. “Mason in the middle.”

Paige watched as Mason went to the end of the seat and awkwardly moved up and twisted around to sit. For a moment he seemed not to know what to do with his hands, covering himself for a moment, and then letting them fall to his sides. He was close enough for Paige to feel the warmth of his body. Paige couldn’t help but glance at his lap. His penis was resting against his groin in the little crease where his leg met. It was pointing in her direction and she found herself looking at the little slit in the end, wondering what it would look like to see him pee. She’d seen her dad peeing once, but only from behind. The panel covering the tv dropped lower.

As soon as Jenna joined them on the S-curved lounge, the panel fully dropped and with a small click sound, the picture appeared. The sound of soft jazz filled the air. On the screen the scene showed an overhead shot over a golden-railed, glass balcony. Down below, on a long, black leather couch sat a beautiful blonde woman wearing a short black dress. The floor of the room was white marble and there was a polar bear skin. The woman herself was arranged on top of a spotted cat hide. Perhaps jaguar. The camera panned from the tips of her black shoes, up along her long legs, to her face. Suddenly a man walked in from the bottom of the screen. He was wearing gray slacks but was shirtless. He was carrying a blue glass full of ice. The man was handsome in a pretty way, with nice eyes.

The scene then changed to another woman. She was wearing a blue dress and after touching her full lips her hands dropped downward. Her top was open, exposing her left breast, and she brought her fingers to her erect nipple.

“That’s a porno!” Jenna cried, jumping up off her seat. The tv immediately shut off and the screen closed by a third.

Mason wasn’t sure what to do. A porno. Wow. He’d seen some cheap porn online, but nothing like the tantalizingly rich and tasteful scene he’d just witnessed. It was like a real movie, and he was certainly intrigued, but the sudden thought of watching a porno while sitting between two real, live, naked girls had him ready to jump up as well.

Paige, who’d never seen a porno, agreed that it must indeed be just that. The whole thing, even the fifteen or so seconds they’d seen, had felt so tantalizingly adult and forbidden that there could be little doubt. However, she was torn.

“What if we’re supposed to watch it?” she asked softly.

“What?” Jenna asked nervously.

“Well,” Paige reasoned, thinking through the logic of what she was saying, “they said we had to discover what the experiment was. They’re making us be naked. There’s a porno on the tv. It’s not like we picked it. It’s just there. It sorta makes sense we’re supposed to watch it. Maybe that’s part of the quota to get out of here.” The more she talked, the more Paige convinced herself she must be right. The thought made her stomach flutter with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“And then what?” Jenna asked, a hint of hysteria in her voice. “Have sex or something? That’s crazy. We’re kids!”

“I don’t know what it’s about. I don’t know if we have to do… that,” Paige said. “We shouldn’t worry about stuff until we know for sure. I really think we’re supposed to watch this though, or it wouldn’t be here. Maybe after it’s over we’ll get a clue.”

“How am I supposed to watch that here?” Jenna replied. “With…” and she gestured at Mason. “Watch that? With a boy? And we’re naked? How the hell is that supposed to work?”

“You think I want to?” Mason asked, feeling the need to defend himself somehow and really thinking about just what she was saying, about the realities of watching a porno in the nude between two naked girls. “At least you guys don’t…” and he blushed furiously, unable to explain how his excitement would be so much more visible than theirs.

“Don’t what?” Jenna demanded.

“Nevermind,” Mason mumbled, nearly covering himself again before remembering the consequences.

“I don’t think we have a choice,” Paige reasoned. “The thing said we’ll be here as long as it takes. So if we sit around doing nothing, then we’re just going to be here that much longer. Don’t you want to go home?”

“After this, I don’t know if I do,” Jenna grumbled. Then with a huffing sigh she said, “Fine.”

As Jenna sat, the panel slid down, the tv flicked on, and the scene started over from the beginning. Once more the balcony shot, the slow pan along the blonde woman’s body, the entrance of the shirtless man with the glass of ice, and the appearance of the watching woman in blue. She caressed her large breast for a moment, and then the scene shifted again, back to the couple. The woman’s head could be seen, and then the man’s hand, holding an ice cube. He traced it along her forehead, down her cheek, to her open mouth. The woman’s eyes were closed. Her tongue snaked out and licked the ice, which the man traced around her lips. Then it was moved down her throat, over a thick gold necklace and into her cleavage.

Mason looked nervously back and forth between the two girls. They were staring at the screen, where the scene shifted again. The brunette in blue was standing at the railing, obviously looking down at the couple. Her breasts weren’t exposed this time, but she squeezed them through her clothing, biting her lip. Then the blonde woman was back. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was moving, and you could see the pleasure on her face. The camera panned downward and to the left to show that her breasts were now exposed. She held them up while the man circled her stiff nipples with the ice.

Suddenly, strangely, the scene shifted to two new players, a man and woman each dressed in white doctor’s coats. They were staring forward, but not into the camera. Then the scene flickered and there appeared a crotch shot of some woman. She was wearing black lace panties and had some sort of wired leads attached to either thigh. Inside her panties one hand worked frantically and there were inhalations of breath as all three kids realized what she was doing, although perhaps it took Mason a few seconds longer than the girls. She pulled at her panties and for a brief moment the hair on either side of mound was visible.

Mason struggled with the need to cover himself once again. Only his nervousness over the situation was keeping his dick from being fully erect, but he could see and feel that it was beginning to move.

The blonde woman was back on the tv. She was looking to the left at something they couldn’t see as the camera again began to pan to the left, exposing her body. Her naked breasts came into view. Then lower, to show she was dressed now only in a black lace thong. The man’s hands appeared. She lifted a bit and the panties were pulled down, exposing her blonde bush. The blue woman flashed up for a moment, squeezing her breasts. Then the strange crotch shot with the moving hand and the electronic leads and wires.

The blonde woman was back. This time she was completely naked but for her black heels. Her knees were spread wide, fully exposing her pussy. She was slowly grinding her hips in a circle. Then the man’s hand was running an ice cube from her right knee, down the inside of her thigh. Her pussy came into view again, and the ice cube was slid all over that pinkness.

Mason’s heart was pounding. He’d never been so scared, or so excited. Between his legs, his young cock was fully erect. Being exposed like this to the girls was a sort of sweet, terrifying agony, and he was afraid to turn to either side to see if they were looking at him.

Paige was trying to pretend she wasn’t looking, because she didn’t want to make Mason uncomfortable, but she realized that in fact she was just staring openly. Mason’s young penis was completely hard now, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had no doubt that this was a full erection, and she was a bit amazed at the difference between his soft penis and this bigger, thicker thing. It was lying against his groin, twitching now and again, a bit over four inches long and about the thickness of a hot dog. The tip of it, which had been partially covered before, was now fully exposed. It was red and had a flared crown, making it thicker there than the shaft. She wondered why it kept twitching and wondered, too, at the strange urge she had to reach out and touch it.

Jenna found herself staring at Mason’s hard-on. She was mentally comparing it to the others she’d seen, and it wasn’t nearly as big. Still, there was something quite compelling about it and she found her eyes kept straying from the screen to his lap, where it lay twitching against his lightly-haired groin, pointing at his chin.

If the look of pleasure on the blonde woman’s face was any indicator, then having an ice cube rubbed all over your pussy was a pretty terrific thing. The camera jumped back and forth from the blonde woman’s face, to her crotch and the sliding ice cube, to the blue woman squeezing her breasts and staring and back again. Then the ice cube entered her and she writhed on the couch.

Both Paige and Jenna found themselves squeezing their thighs together as tingles spread out from their groins. They tried not to be obvious about it, but Mason’s eyes were glued to the screen and his dick twitched frequently, so he was paying no attention. A shiny drop of wetness appeared at the tip of his young cock.

The doctors were back on the screen, and for a minute Mason wondered if these were the doctors watching them, but then he realized how silly that was. Then thoughts of silliness were gone from his head as the wired crotch was back. This time the woman’s lace panties were pulled to the side, fully exposing her. Her right middle finger was working itself in and out of all that pinkness. None of the characters made a sound during all of this, just the soft jazz providing the sexy mood.

The blonde woman was back instantly and this time the middle finger was the man’s and it was gently exploring her insides. When the scene changed, the man was between the woman’s legs and he was licking at her most private place.

Paige gasped when she saw this. She’d heard of it, and even imagined it a time or two, but she’d never seen it. The woman seemed to love it, and she suddenly found herself wondering what it would be like if Mason were to do that to her.

Mason’s hands clenched into fists as he watched the man’s tongue explore that most intimate spot. Between his legs, his small cock twitched again, and a third drop of clear pre-cum bubbled out of his tiny pisshole, beginning to form a little puddle on the hairless skin below.

Was he having an orgasm? Paige wondered. She knew boys spurted sperm when they did, and something was certainly dripping out of the twelve-year-old’s throbbing cock. She could tell Mason’s breathing was increasing. She imagined her’s was, too. Between her legs, she felt a spreading warmth and a familiar tightening, like that when she thought her dirty thoughts late at night while alone in bed. Her tiny nubs were stiff and providing their own share of pulsing warmth. A glance showed her that Jenna’s tiny nipples were also erect, looking like pink pencil erasers.

On the screen the couple stood before a full-length mirror. The man still wore his slacks and he stood behind the naked woman, caressing her breasts as she seemed to rub at the front of his pants. A flash of the wired lady, then back to the couple, and the man’s hand rubbing between the blonde’s legs. The blue lady was shown looking down, then back to the couple, but this time it was the man lying on the couch with the blonde lady over him, undoing his pants.

All three kids looked on in anticipation as the zipper was lowered. The the man’s stiff penis was fished out. There was a moment to see his pubic bush, and about 5 inches of stiff adult cock before the woman swallowed the end of it.

Mason gave an involuntary little groan as he watched the woman begin to suck the man’s cock, her lips moving up and down, up and down, sometimes taking a moment to swipe at the head with her tongue before swallowing it again. He liked that the man didn’t have a huge dick like he’d seen in other pornos. He told himself that the man wasn’t really all that much bigger than him, and felt a bit less self-conscious about being on display like this. His own dick felt like it was about to explode, though. He looked down to see that he was leaking like crazy. The skin below his hovering dickhead was wet with moisture, and there was even a glistening trail tracking to the left where some had run down his hip. He couldn’t remember ever leaking so much before and the need to grab his dick and jack it furiously was almost overwhelming. He brought his hands to his thighs, desperate to touch himself, but he stopped there, squeezing the skin of his thighs instead, kneading the flesh.

Now Paige was truly torn. On her right was Mason with his fascinating young cock, throbbing and dripping and growing redder by the second. On the screen was an equally fascinating display as the woman sucked on the man’s penis. Here again was another act she’d heard described but had never witnessed. She’d even had a difficult time imaging what it might look like, but here it was in vivid color. She guessed the man’s penis was about five inches long, and thicker than Mason’s, but she could suddenly imagine that it was her and the boy up on that screen, and she wondered what it would feel like to have that tube of stiff flesh in her mouth. What had always been a disgusting thought to her now seemed strangely alluring.

Jenna couldn’t decide where to look. On the screen was a scene she’d heard described by her friends many times. She thought the man’s dick was really nice looking, although it wasn’t nearly as big as some she’d seen. It was larger than Mason’s certainly, but Mason’s had it’s own appeal, and she felt her eyes continually drawn to it. She wondered if the boy jacked off. She was pretty sure he did. He had pubes after all. Plus he was leaking pre-cum like crazy. This phenomena was also known to her, and she was pretty sure it meant that he could squirt. She was suddenly fascinated by the idea of watching this cute boy jack that throbbing little dick of his and spurting his cum all over. She squeezed her thighs tightly and felt a burst of pleasure shudder through her.

Sucking, sucking. Mason stared as the blonde woman worked the man’s cock. Between his legs, his dick felt like a burning sun. His body was tingling from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He remembered when his mom had made him take piano lessons the summer before. The teacher had something he called a tuning fork, and when struck it would resonate with a thrumming note which you felt even more intensely if you held it against your head. He felt like a tuning fork now, his body thrumming with some hidden note. He felt the growing need to do something, to move, to run, to do something, but he was locked into inaction by choices he barely understood.

On the screen the scene shifted again. The man was nude now. He was on his side behind the woman, with his back against the back of the couch. He held the woman’s right leg up, and down below, his penis slowly moved back and forth, in and out of the woman’s pussy as the camera slowly approached. Soon the screen was filled with their crotches. The man, balls tight, was slowly driving his glistening cock into the woman’s eagerly gripping opening.

“I can’t,” Mason suddenly groaned. He rose to his elbows, and the small puddle of pre-cum that had gathered poured downward, soaking the silky hairs there. His penis twitched, and another bubbly bit of liquid frothed forth at the sensation of movement as his sensitive cockhead slid against his groin ripped through him. The girls turned to stare. “I have to go,” Mason said desperately.

“You can’t,” Paige reasoned, not sure what had come over the boy, but glad for the distraction, watching the couple on the screen, actually doing it right there on the screen, that dick moving in and out of the woman so sensuously, was making her whole body tremble. Of course the sight of Mason kneeling so close, his cock achingly stiff and red, glistening with wetness, wasn’t much better of an alternative. She was sure she could smell him.

Mason groaned and reached for his crotch. He gripped his cock tightly in his fist and shuddered. The angry red head peeked above his fingers and Paige saw another drop of liquid sputter forth. The boy’s face was red and his breathing was erratic. “I have to,” he moaned, and started to slide down off the chair. Paige grabbed his left arm, feeling his muscles trembling under her hand.

“He means he needs to jack it,” Jenna suddenly said. Mason winced in embarrassment, but halted his attempt to flee.

“Oh,” Paige said, suddenly realizing what Jenna was saying. She bit her lip and looked between the boy, his face full of anguish, and his hand, holding himself so tightly. “Just…” she began, and then cleared her throat and tried again, her heart pounding at the implications of what she was saying. “Just sit back down,” she said. “Do… you know… what you have to do. We won’t look. Will we, Jenna?”

“I can’t believe this,” she said, wondering why she sounded so mean. She knew what the boy was going through. She desperately wanted to spread her legs and plunge her fingers between her legs, to touch all that throbbing flesh, to feel her digit fill the aching emptiness there as she had on so many nights, to cry out as her cum shook through her. “Just do it, Mason,” she said, trying for a softer tone. “We won’t look.”

“You promise?” Mason asked desperately.

“Promise,” Jenna replied.

“Swear,” Paige answered, signing a cross across her heart, feeling a shudder of pleasure shoot through her as she accidentally brushed her stiff nipple.
The girls laid back and returned their eyes to the screen and the fucking couple. Mason returned to his place and after a quick look to either side, returned his own eyes to the screen. Hand still wrapped around his throbbing boycock, he began to jack himself. Then he lost himself in the pleasure.

Mason’s eyes drifted closed. His hand rose and fell with increasing speed. All that dripping pre-cum had filled his fist as he held himself, and now it produced a squelching sound as he worked his twelve-year-old cock desperately. The girls couldn’t help themselves. Their eyes were drawn to the middle of the couch. Mason was too far gone to notice, his eyes squeezed closed as he brought his pleasure.

The boy’s muscles began to tense. The girls could see it, in his arms and thighs, in his flat stomach, in his neck. His fist flew up and down, his four inch cock shining wetly, the head swollen. Between his legs, his balls had shrunk to a little bag of flesh, tight against his body. Finally, his toes began to curl and then his ass was lifting upwards off the couch. With a little puppy-dog whine he exploded. The first blast of thin, watery boycum splashed high on his chest, not much more than droplets really. It was quickly followed by four more, each a bit less in volume, each a bit lower on his body. There were three more pulses, each producing very little volume, and those only dribbling down his glistening shaft to trickle over his clutching fingers. Somewhere in the room there was a small ping of sound.

He lay there for many long moments, his breathing rasping loudly. Finally, he opened his eyes and blushed furiously when he saw both girls staring at him. He released his dick then, and it fell to the left, already shrinking a bit, one last dribble of watery seed pumping onto his groin. He held his hand carefully, trying to balance the puddle of hot liquid on the web between thumb and forefinger.

The girls watched in fascination until Paige shook herself. “Wait here,” she said softly, jumping off the bed. She nearly collapsed as her rubbery legs began to fold under her, but quickly regain her footing. On the opposite wall, the tv shut off and the panel slide up a third of the way.

Paige was back moments later clutching a handful of paper towels, half of which she offered to Mason. The boy gave her a nervous smile of thanks and carefully cleaned his hands. “Let me help,” she said as she knelt on the side of the seat and reached forward to wipe at his chest. The television turned on again, starting back at the start of the scene with the shot over the balcony.

Mason flinched. “You don’t have to,” he said, obviously ashamed.

“It’s ok,” Paige replied softly, wiping up the dripping trail of wetness sliding down his chest. She could feel it soaking through the paper towel to moisten her fingers, but she didn’t try to avoid it, feeling the warmth coating her fingers.

As Mason finished wiping the last of the moisture from his mostly soft penis, Paige wiped up the last of the spurts, the bottom of which ended low on his groin, and left her fingers tantalizingly close to his silky pubic hair. With a little involuntary shudder, Paige leaned back and held out her free hand. “I’ll throw it away,” she offered. Mason hesitantly handed over the messy towels.

Out of sight in the kitchenette, pulled open the lower door where she’d already discovered the trash can. Inside was the paper towel she’d used to wipe up the moisture between her own legs when she’d grabbed them. She held the soiled paper towels in her hands and dropped the bundle she’d used. After a moment of hesitation she opened up the towels Mason had handed her. She saw the watery mess which had soaked the towels. Bringing it to her face she sniffed curiously. It was a strange odor, but not one she could readily place. She supposed it smelled a bit like Mason. Intrigued, she dipped a finger into a place where there was still a little puddle visible. She felt it’s fading warmth. It was slick between her fingers and she sniffed those as well. She was tempted to taste it, but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it, already blushing with guilt.

Wiping her finger and dropping the mess into the bin, she shut the door and then washed her hands. When she returned to the other room she found Mason and Jenna in similar positions, sitting upright, hugging their knees to their chests.

Mason looked up as she came into view and blushed. “You guys promised you wouldn’t peek,” he said softly. Paige blushed in return, with guilt. Jenna turned her head away with a mumbled apology.

“I didn’t mean to,” Paige said, feeling a need to explain herself, no matter how embarrassing she found it. “I just… couldn’t help it. I’ve never seen…” and she blushed furiously. She waved her hand around. “You know,” she said. “I couldn’t…”

Jenna saved her from explaining further. With a huffing sigh she turned and said, “What did you expect us to do? Some kid starts beating his little dick in front of you, you’re gonna look, I mean, geez.” Mason seemed to shrink into himself. Jenna blew out another breath. “I’m sorry,” she said more softly. “I don’t know why I’m being such a bitch. I swear I’m not a bitch in real life.”

“We understand,” Paige said, coming to her rescue. “We’re all pretty freaked out about this.”

“I guess,” Jenna said. She caught Mason’s eyes. “I really am sorry. About what I said and about peeking. Let’s be real, ok?” She blushed. “We were all super horny watching that. You couldn’t help yourself. It’s not your fault.”

Mason perked up his head a bit. “You guys were… you know?” he asked, looking back and forth between the two girls. Jenna nodded. With another glance from the boy, Paige also gave a reluctant nod.

“I’m sorry I said it was little, too,” Jenna said. “It’s… nice. Really.” Boy and girl blushed.

The kids were literally saved from further awkwardness by the bell. Somewhere they heard a soft ping.

“What’s that?” Mason asked.

“I don’t know,” Paige said. “I thought I heard one earlier, too, when you were… I mean, at the end when you… you know.” She shuffled her feet nervously. “I’m gonna go look,” she said, then she turned and marched around the corner.

A few moments later, Paige called out. “Hey guys, come here!”

With a shared look, the other two rose and hurried around the corner. Seeing them arrive, Paige pointed and said, “Look.”

They were at the kitchenette. What had looked to be a blank wall earlier was now outlined in white light and there was an open door there. Inside were three metal shelves, each holding a covered tray.

“Food!” Mason said excitedly.

Paige was closest, so she pulled out the top tray. It had Jenna’s name on top and she handed it to the girl. Mason’s was next, and hers on the bottom. They all stood there for a moment holding their trays, unsure how to proceed when Paige said, “Dining table.”

The kids walked around the corner and put their trays down on the table. Jenna was the first to remove her tray. Underneath was a plate full of chicken parmesan, and broccoli. There was a chocolate milk and a slice of apple pie. As the other trays were uncovered they discovered they’d each received a different meal. A chef salad, 2% milk, and a Gogurt for Paige, and a cheeseburger, fries, Mountain Dew and Snickers bar for Mason.

A bit of excited discussion revealed that each child had received their favorite meal, and this in turn eased a final knot of tension they had each had inside. After all, how could these people know their favorite meals without direct info from their parents? So it must all be true and at least they weren’t to be abused or killed or something worse.

So caught up in this discovery and the enjoyment of their meals were they, that it took them several minutes to notice that the computer on the inner wall was now on. Mason noticed it first and was already moving as he pointed it out to the girls. They joined him, looking over his shoulder as he sat in the chair before the screen.

Paige absently handed Mason the napkin from her tray as she looked at the screen. “You’re fingers are greasy,” she explained, reading.

The top of the screen announced, ‘Study Goals’. Below that was the beginning of some sort of graph, but it was displaying very little information. On the left was a capital M. To the right of that, but a line above, were the numbers one through ten. Under the one was a small blue triangle. They could all see that the center of the triangle displayed a white circle and arrow, the male symbol. At the bottom was a link which said, ‘Next Page’.

“Click next page,” Paige instructed.

Mason did so. At the top of this page was a line which read, ‘Credits Earned’. Below that were all their names. Next to Paige’s and Jenna’s names were zeros. Next to Mason’s name was ½. At the bottom of this page was a link which said, ‘Credit Redemption’. Mason clicked on this next.

This page was more interactive. There were lists of many different items and activities, all with a different value. Examples were ‘Snack’ or ‘Extra Dessert’, which each cost half a credit. Other things like ‘One Hour of Television’ or ‘Movie’ or ‘Book’ or ‘1 Hour Game Console’ had values starting at one credit and going up to as many three for ‘Movie Marathon’. Apparently an ‘Adult Movie’ could be redeemed for only half a credit.

“It says we can share credits,” Jenna pointed out excitedly, citing a blurb along the bottom of the page.

“That’s cool,” Paige allowed, “but how did Mason get a half credit already? What did he do to earn it that we didn’t?”

That brought the kids up short. After all, they couldn’t get this cool stuff if they didn’t know how credits were earned.

“For watching the porno?” Mason ventured.

“Then we’d all have half a credit,” Paige reasoned.

After many long moments of thought, they heard Jenna whisper, “Oh shit.”

She looked at them, seeing that they didn’t get it. “Think about it,” she urged. “What did we just watch Mason do?”

It took a moment, but then Paige’s and Mason’s faces reddened. “That?” Mason nearly squeaked, and he reached down to squeeze his dick as he saw Paige’s eyes drop to his groin.

“It makes sense,” Paige said with a sigh. “Think about it. Making us stay naked. Showing us pornos.”

“But why would a bunch of scientists care about us,” Mason paused and then in a whisper said, “jacking… I mean masturbating?”

“Cuz they are a bunch of pervs,” Jenna answered with disgust. “FUCK YOU, PERVERTS!” she suddenly yelled.

Paige had gone back to the computer. Over Mason’s shoulder she operated the mouse and a couple of clicks brought her back to the first page. “Look,” she said, pointing. “M. One to ten. A boy symbol. M for masturbation, and a boy did it.”

“So I can finger my twat ten times and I get to go home?” Jenna asked crudely.

Paige shrugged. “I guess so?”

“So I have to do it nine more times?” Mason asked. Then, “Do you think we have to do it in front of each other all the time?”

“One way to figure it out,” Jenna reasoned. “We each go off alone and try it and see what happens.”

The other two seemed stymied by the prospect. Mason spoke first, saying, “I’m not sure I can right now. I mean usually…” he blushed. “I’ve done it a bunch of times in a day before, but with time between,” he explained nervously.

“I’ve…” Paige began. “I’ve never really done it. Not all the way I mean.” She blushed. “I’ve kinda touched but…” she couldn’t go any further.

“Fine,” Jenna said. “You guys stay here,” and she fixed them with a look which promised what would happen if they didn’t.

Then Mason and Paige were alone. They went to their unfinished meals and picked at their food for a bit as each imagined what was happening on the other side of the room. A few long minutes passed, but they were caught in an embarrassed silence so there was no talking.

After about ten minutes a frustrated Jenna appeared back in the dining area. The dishes had been cleared by Paige, who had very carefully not peeked into the bedroom area as she returned the trays to the shelf in the wall.

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” the taller girl explained. “Come to the tv chair with me. I’ll just watch a few minutes. You know, to get in the mood, and then I’ll go to the bedroom.”

They let Mason climb into place first, then Jenna sat. Finally, a bit nervously, Paige joined them. All eyes went to the television as the panel dropped and the screen lit up. They were all surprised when the expected view of the camera peeking over the balcony at the blonde woman below didn’t appear. Instead they were presented with the image of a two-story white house. It was nighttime, and a lone light shone in a downstairs window.

“It’s not the same one,” Mason pointed out needlessly. The girls didn’t bother to answer.

The film had the feeling of being older, perhaps being a bit faded, or moving just a hair too fast. The camera closed in on one of the windows on the second story of the home, and then switched. Now they were in a bedroom, obviously a girl’s, judging by the pink walls, frilly white bed and posters of unknown boys on the walls. There was just a dim light to see by. There was also a pretty blonde girl in the bed. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen. The kids all looked at each other for a moment before their eyes were drawn back to the screen.

Back outside the house, a boy had appeared. The camera closed in on him to show a cute boy also about thirteen with long, straight, blond hair and a red, sleeveless, cropped midriff shirt which displayed his stomach. He was wearing denim shorts, but these were cut incredibly short to the kids’ eyes, providing yet another clue that this was a much older film. On his feet were tennis shoes and he wore white socks with red stripes which reached nearly to his knees. He threw something towards the house.

Back in the room, the girl apparently heard something, although the film was silent, so the kids had to infer that. She rose and clicked on her bedside light, filling the room with light. Then she got out of the bed. She was also wearing a sleeveless midriff top, even smaller than the boys and tight enough to show that her breasts were about the size of Jenna’s. Below she wore just a pair of yellow panties.

Paige guessed where this was heading and she was surprised. Was this really a porno featuring kids? She’d heard of such things of course, but never expected to see one. She felt that flutter in her stomach again.

The girl opened her window, had what looked like a whispered exchange with the boy, and then she motioned him upward. The boy then went up a tree and made his way across the roof to another window into the girl’s room. Back in the room the couple made their way to the bed, where they sat and talked for a few moments. There were a couple of lustful glances, and strategic camera views, and then they were kissing.

In a moment the kids onscreen were lying side by side, kissing hungrily. Paige noticed that the boy’s shoes and socks were already off by this time, but was too intrigued to be annoyed by the continuity error. The boy already had a hand up inside the girl’s shirt. The girl apparently asked for the boy to remove his shirt, because he did that next. The camera moved so that it could look down from her right side as the boy lifted her shirt, baring her small breasts. The girl smiled as the boy leaned forward and began kissing and licking her nipples.

Mason didn’t feel nearly as nervous this time as he felt his dick stiffening. In moments he was as hard as he got. With a glance from side to side to see that he wasn’t being closely observed, he moved his right hand to his groin so that he could run his index finger up and down the length of his boner.

On the screen the girl sat up and pushed the boy so that he was lying on his back. She shrugged easily out of her tiny, cropped shirt and dropped it over the side of the bed. Then she said something in a teasing manner and she reached forward to run her fingers lightly over the boy’s crotch. The camera zoomed in and they could all make out the bulge of his dick inside the tight, thin denim. It looked big. The girl ran her fingers up and down that bulge playfully before they showed the boy mouth something and she laughed and reached forward to unsnap his pants and slowly pull down the zipper.

All the kids were a bit surprised when the flaps of the boys shorts were pulled aside and his cock was revealed. He wasn’t wearing underwear. A quick wiggle of hips and the short shorts were down and off and he was left completely naked. The boy didn’t seem to have any pubic hair at all, but his balls were large and heavy between his legs, and his pale penis was long and thick, about six inches long. It seemed huge in the girl’s fist as she wrapped her hand around it and lifted it upward. She began to jack it slowly.

Mason felt a bit self-conscious as the other boy’s cock came into view. It was even bigger than the grown man’s had been in the other movie. It made his look tiny in comparison and he wrapped his hand around his, both to hide it from view and because he just couldn’t keep his hand off it.

Jenna swallowed in nervous excitement. Now that’s a cock, she found herself thinking. She glanced over to Mason and saw him playing with his little pecker. It was cute, she had to admit, and it even turned her on to a surprising degree, but she dreamed of big throbbing cocks and the boy on the screen certainly had a nice one. She watched as the blonde girl leaned forward to take the head of it into her mouth.

The girl was smiling as she swallowed a couple of inches of the boy’s thick cock. She kept going down until she had about four inches in her mouth and then her eyes widened a bit. After that she began to work up a rhythm, her mouth sliding up and down, her hand gently playing with his big balls. The boy was shown staring at the girl hungrily, a smile on his face as she devoured his cock. He touched her hair lovingly as her head bobbed up and down.

The girl had just stopped and laid back and the boy was pulling off her tiny yellow panties when Jenna stood. “I’ll be back,” she said in a croaking voice as she hurried from the room.

“I was watching!” Mason protested as the tv shut off, but Jenna was already around the corner and didn’t offer an apology. The boy was lying there with his stiff cock held tightly in his fist. He glanced to his left and saw that Paige seemed equally frustrated. She had both hands between her legs, but he didn’t think she was touching herself there. Instead she seemed to be clutching her thighs, which were pressed tightly together.

Paige wasn’t technically touching herself, or so she told herself. She was clenching her hands between her thighs, but she could feel her index fingers pressed into her moist cleft and she was wiggling them just a bit, not so much as to be noticed, she hoped, but enough to send tingles racing through her body. Jenna marched past and she froze, and then she was alone with Mason.

Mason felt Paige’s eyes on him, but when he went to catch her eyes he saw that she was looking downward. He could see his reddening cockhead peeking out of his fist, and already it was wet with a few drops of bubbling pre-cum. Embarrassed to be seen clutching his dick, he released it, but realized that probably wasn’t much better. It wiggled back and forth briefly, almost too stiff to bounce. He went to cover himself, and remembered he wasn’t allowed and dropped his hands back to his sides in exasperation.

“Would you quit staring at it?” he whispered.

Paige blushed and met his eyes guiltily. “I can’t help it,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Why not? It’s just a dick,” he said, still speaking softly so Jenna couldn’t hear around the corner. He thought he heard a soft groan come from that direction.

“I’ve never seen one,” Paige admitted. “Not a real one. I mean on a boy,” she stumbled, flustered. “I mean a boy my age. I’ve seen my little brother’s, but he’s three, and anyway it never gets like that.” Her eyes indicated his throbbing erection.

Mason considered this for a moment. “Ok, you can look then,” he finally said.

“Close up?” Paige asked, intrigued by the possibility.

“If you want,” Mason allowed.

Paige pulled her hands from between her thighs, feeling the wetness against her fingers as they hit the cool air. She rolled a bit and came to sit at Mason’s left hip. She’d been close up to his dick earlier, but not when it was hard, and not with his permission. Looking closely, the blue veins she’d noticed before seemed more prominent. In fact, there seemed to be several much thicker veins snaking up his pale shaft. She stared at the flared head of his penis, and the strange confluence of tissue below the base of that inverted V. As she watched, his cock lurched and out bubbled another tiny bit of liquid.

“Is that sperm?” she ask hesitantly. He smelled down there much more strongly than he had before, and the alien scent was somehow intoxicating.

“I don’t think I can make it yet,” Mason admitted. “There’s two different things,” he went on to explain. He reached forward to rub his finger against his tiny slit and showed her the wetness there. “This is called prejacalate or something. Boys call it pre-cum. It’s the stuff that leaks out first so it makes things slippery for… you know,” he finished with a nod towards Paige’s middle. Continuing, he said, “When you actually squirt, your organism, that’s where sperm comes out. I have stuff that comes out but it’s clear. My mom says it’ll turn white later cuz it has sperms in it.”

Paige nearly cracked a smile when the boy said organisms. She knew he meant orgasm, but she felt it probably not the best time for a correction. Instead she asked, “Does it hurt?”

“Squirting?” Mason asked.

“No, I mean…” and she gestured at his crotch. “Your thing,” she continued lamely. “Does it hurt being all stiff like that?”

“No,” Mason said. “Feels good really. Maybe a bit like before if I can’t… you know. It aches a bit then, but in a sort of good way.”

“Does it ache now?” she wanted to know.

“Kinda,” Mason admitted. He bit his lower lip in thought, wondering if he should take the chance, and then said softly, “You can touch it if you want.”
Paige’s eyes widened. Did she dare? She thought about it for a long moment. She was so torn. “You don’t mind?” she finally asked.

Mason shook his head, wondering what would happen. He’d never had a girl touch him before. He’d kissed a girl before, and he even got to squeeze her boobs a tiny bit through her shirt until she stopped him, but the only person who had ever touched his dick was his cousin Jack, who was only ten and lived a few towns over so that they only saw each other once a month. On those weekends Jack and his mom, his own mother’s sister, would spend the night and he and Jack had recently started exploring each other while giggling under the covers after they’d been sent to bed.

After a few moments of thought, during which both Mason and Paige were sure they’d heard a girlish moan from the direction of the bed, Paige reached out a hesitant hand. She started with an outstretched index finger, just poking the pale shaft. When nothing bad happened, she moved her finger up and down the short length. The skin was so hot and silky. It twitched against her finger. Reaching out her left hand, she carefully lifted the small bag holding his testicles. She could feel them rolling under the skin as she explored them with her thumb. Mason tensed and Paige turned a worried eye on him.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked in a whisper.

“Feels good,” Mason assured her softly.

Reassured, Paige went back to her exploration. Copying what she’d seen Mason do earlier, she gently closed her fist around his dick. Now she could really feel it twitching, and the tighter she squeezed it, the more it throbbed against her fist. She was amazed by the heat and the velvety smoothness of it. Using her right thumb she swiped it up over his pee hole, a bit worried it would be gross, but then amazed by the spongy softness and the heat of that slick, dripping fluid. Mason writhed just a bit and a gasp escaped him. She was amazed at the power she suddenly had over him, able to cause him to writhe just by rubbing her thumb around.

Hoping that she was doing it right, she slowly drew her fist upward until she could feel just the flared ridge of his little cockhead against her pinky, and then she slid her hand back downward. This was greatly aided by the slickness of his leaking pre-cum. Mason groaned softly.

Paige’s eyes rose to find Mason staring at her and her hand avidly. “Does it feel good?” she asked.

The twelve-year-old nodded vigorously. “Do it faster,” he dared to say.

Paige didn’t need to be asked twice. Her blue eyes danced as she began to slide her fist up and down, feeling the exciting stiffness moving through her fist. She couldn’t believe she was actually holding a boy’s stiff penis in her hand. Not just holding it, but jacking it, just like her friends had claimed to have done.

After a minute, Mason grabbed her wrist. “Wait,” he said, a bit desperately. Paige stopped but she could feel the urgent throbbing in her hand. When she’d stopped, Mason swallowed and said shyly, “Do you want me to… you know.” He glanced between her legs.

Paige was about to say no by reflex, and then she thought about it. She was touching him. Wasn’t it fair he got to touch her? She knew about masturbation of course, but had always somehow managed to stop herself from really going all the way with it. She finally said, “Do you want to?”

Mason nodded nervously. So, not releasing her hold on his beautiful little cock, Paige scooted down so that she was lying on her side facing the boy. Not quite sure what to do, she cocked her left leg up so that he’d have access to her… parts.

Now that he was presented with the reality of it, Mason wasn’t sure what to do. Unable and unwilling to admit such however, he just gamely reached a hand down between her legs, while being careful not to watch down there or to catch her eyes. Instead he stared at her tiny breasts. He remembered the first movie they’d seen and he just sort of began to rub around down there. He was surprised by the heat and the wetness. She was as slippery slick as his own leaking dick and he wondered if girl’s had pre-cum too. Her fine pubic hair tickled his palm.

Paige couldn’t call Mason’s fumbling anything but clumsy, but the very fact that a boy was touching her down there was doing all kinds of crazy things to her body. Remembering that she was supposed to be touching him, too, she began slowly jacking him once again.

Mason bit his lip on a groan as Paige began stroking his dick again, worried that Jenna would hear them. He was feeling around down between Paige’s legs, like a blind man, trying to see through touch. He was comparing pictures he’d seen, especially the video he’d seen earlier, with what he was feeling with his nervous fingers. He stumbled upon her vagina by accident, finding his finger in a cleft and pushing. He was amazed when his finger slid deeper and he could feel the fleshy walls of that tunnel sucking at him.

Paige gasped and shuddered as Mason’s finger slid into her. She’d never felt anything like that questing digit and she suddenly wanted more. She found herself pressing her crotch against his hand, and a mewling whine escaped her mouth. On an impulse she pressed closer and kissed him. Mason froze against her for a moment and then he kissed her back. He pushed his finger deeper and she groaned. Then she squeezed his dick tighter and he was the one groaning.

Mason decided to try a second finger, as he’d seen the man in the movie do and Paige seemed to go nuts. She was pushing herself against him, her mouth pressed harshly to his, and her pussy was sucking at his fingers. He felt her fist begin to work even faster and harder on his dick and knew he wouldn’t be able to go too much longer without squirting. He was scared of squirting on her, wondering what she’d think, and that worry was holding him back a little.

With that little moment of clarity, Mason remembered something else he’d seen in the movie earlier. Just above a girl’s pussy he knew was a little button that was supposed to drive them crazy. He’d never really known where it was before, but in the movie he’d clearly seen it as the man was licking the woman’s pussy. Not removing his pistoning fingers, he quested upward until he felt that tiny nubbin of flesh with his thumb. He knew he’d hit the right spot because Paige suddenly stiffened against him and he could feel a muffled cry in his mouth.

Suddenly Paige was squeezing his dick so hard he thought she’d crush it. She shook hard against him, her whole body trembling, and her pussy clamped down so hard around his fingers that he couldn’t even move them. She trembled again, and then that clenching fist was pounding at him, stroking his dick fast and hard. Before he could even prepare himself or warn the little blonde girl, his cock exploded in her hands and several jets of watery boycum splattered her stomach.

Boy and girl held each other and shook in the aftermath of their orgasms. It was Paige’s first and she was overcome. That was an orgasm? Holy crap! Her body was still shuddering and she could feel Mason’s fingers inside her virgin pussy, making her feel so full and yet unfulfilled at the same time. She squeezed the wet, still stiff boycock in her hand and couldn’t help but wonder what that throbbing length would feel like inside her, moving, thrusting. She shuddered again and forced herself to reluctantly release that wonderful little appendage and to roll onto her back, fearing that the sensations, as awesomely wonderful as they were, would never stop. She felt a moan of disappointment escape her lips as the boy’s fingers slid out of her, and she tried to slow her breathing.

Lying there, each breathing heavily, amazed at the sudden turn in their lives, they could each hear the increasing volume of gasps and pants coming from Jenna.
Forcing herself to move, Paige looked at Mason and whispered, “We should get cleaned up. So she doesn’t notice.” She pretended to not see the fact that the boy had been sniffing the fingers that had been inside her, as he’d quickly dropped his arm to his side.

The kids rose quietly from the seat and crept the long way around to the bathroom. Paige could feel the wetness between her legs as she walked, and she knew without looking that her thighs were slick with it. Speaking of slickness, she realized that her hand was dripping with the cooling remains of Mason’s boycum. She was walking a bit behind him, having felt the urge to watch his ass as he moved, and given that tiny bit of privacy, she brought her hand to her mouth before she could think about it. Her mouth filled with the oddest taste. It was a bit sweet in some way, but also tasted a little like she remembered pennies tasting, when she’d once put one in her mouth. Sort of coppery.

Paige caught up to Mason quickly and had him hold back while she sneaked to the shower area and grabbed the towel Jenna had used earlier and which Paige herself had hung up on a hook. She could just see a portion of Jenna from that angle and the taller girl seemed to have her ass up off the bed, her hands busily working between her legs. Her moans were growing louder.

Back to Mason, she took a moment to draw the towel between her legs, sopping up the moisture there and actually shuddering a bit still with the memory of being touched there. She handed the towel with an apologetic shrug to the boy, but he seemed not to mind at all and quickly dried his groin and hands and small, soft penis. She marveled that something so tiny and cute could become something so much more intimidating and exciting in just moments.

With what had to be a cry of ecstasy, they could hear Jenna reach her climax. Afraid of being caught, they hurried back around the corner to the couch and sat themselves. Each cringed a little as they encountered their respective wet spots.

After a couple of minutes they heard the sound of water running. It shut off after a minute and they waited again. Finally a voice called out to them from the computer area around the corner.

“Wait, why do you guys have credits? And what’s MM?”

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