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A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 01 – June

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October 17, 2008

A Year in the Life of Madison Semmes – Part 01 – June
By
Alex Hawk

It was about halfway through my eleventh year that I became aware of the concept of virginity, and not long thereafter when I decided it was something that was fine for other people.

It all started one day when my mother and I had been discussing “the birds and the bees”. I already knew all the basic “insert tab-a into slot-b” mechanics of it, but I didn’t know about all the other things that went along with it.

Like the concept of virginity.

The conversation went something like this:

MOM: Now remember, Madison, it’s important that you don’t start having sex until after marriage.
ME: Why?
MOM: (nonsensical series of stupid reasons basically summed up as “virginity is a good thing”)
ME: Why?
REPEAT FOR ONE HOUR.

The basic thrust of this was that I didn’t understand the point of virginity. I didn’t see what it was good for, and I told my mom this. The upshot of THAT was that I wound up having to talk with Father Gus for about an hour after Mass the following Sunday.

I still didn’t get it.

And so it was that about a month after I turned twelve, right at the start of Summer Vacation, that I made up my mind that, since my virginity served no purpose, I was going to get rid of it at soon as I could.

Having made the choice to lose my virginity, I was now faced with a number of problems, all of which I was sure I could overcome.

The most notable problem, I thought, was that I hadn’t ever seen a boy’s penis. Oh, I’d seen them in pictures, of course. I did have internet access, after all, but that was about it. I’d never seen a penis in real life.

About a week into Summer Vacation I came up with a plan to see my first real penis. I decided it would be the one attached to my eleven-year-old brother, Jacob. He was a sweet boy, and almost exactly a year younger than me. With my mind made up, I laid out my plans, and invited Jacob to camp out in the backyard with me one clear, warm, starry night.

Camping in the backyard in the summer was something my brother and I had done often in the last couple years. Our backyard was a couple acres, so we could get pretty far out, well-away from the house. We’d see lots of stars, build a little campfire and have fun. Our parents encouraged this. In retrospect I think it was because they liked having some privacy to… well, you know.

We’d just doused the fire and retired to the tent, when I said, “Hey, Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“Kelly told me something the other day.” Kelly was one of my best friends.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. She said you were pretty cute.”

“Oh,” Jacob said, a little nervous giggle in his voice.

Kelly actually had told me that about him, which made this even easier. “Yeah. She wanted to know if you were into girls yet.” That part she hadn’t asked.

“Uhm… well, yeah… I guess.”

“You ever kiss one?”

“Yeah, once. Sally Reed.”

“Oh?” She was a girl who lived down the street.

“You ever kiss any boys?”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“That’s cool.”

“Have you ever seen a girl naked?” I asked into the silence that followed.

“Uh… no.” Jacob was quiet for a moment. “Have you ever seen a boy naked?”

“No.”

After a couple more moments of quiet, Jacob said, “Do you know a little about sex?”

“Yeah, some. What about you?”

“A little, yeah. You haven’t had sex yet, have you?”

“No, of course not. Uh… have you?” I asked, briefly wondering.

“No, I haven’t even seen a girl naked, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Well, she could’ve just pulled up her skirt and you could’ve done it that way.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“You do know how it all works, right?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Jacob said, breezily.

“Ok, how?”

I could almost hear my little brother blush. “Well… the boy gets on top of the girl… and he puts his… you know… his… penis… in the girl’s… uh… well… vagina. And they do it.”

I laughed a little. “Yeah, that’s what they do. And since the girl’s vagina is between her legs, all she has to be able to do is spread them so the boy can get access. So if she’s wearing a skirt she just has to lift it up.”

“Oh.”

“Haven’t you at least seen pictures?”

“Yeah, some.”

“Ok. So you should know at least some of this.”

“Yeah, I do. But I never really thought about it, I guess.”

“I guess I can understand that,” I said.

There was more quiet for a bit, then Jacob, out of the blue said, “Hey, Madison? If I let you see… well… my penis… will you let me see your vagina?”

I was surprised and delighted at the question, as it was one I was leading up to myself. Pretending some reluctance I didn’t feel, I said, “Well, I don’t know…”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want,” Jacob said quickly. “But, you know, I just thought…” He trailed off.

I pretending to think for a few moments. “Well… I guess we can show each other. As long as you promise not to tell anyone, ok?”

“Oh, I won’t. Don’t worry.”

“Ok.” I reached up and turned on the small battery-powered lantern we kept hanging from the top of the tent.

Jacob sat up. “So… how do we do this?”

“Well… I’ll go first, I guess. I’ll show you mine and you show me yours, ok?”

“Ok.”

I was wearing shorts, panties and a t-shirt. I got up onto my knees, unbuttoned the shorts, and lowered them and my panties down, exposing my almost hairless vagina to my little brother.

“What do you think?” I asked into the silence that followed.

“It’s… interesting. Uh. Where’s the… you know… place?”

“You mean the entrance?”

“Yeah.”

I kicked the shorts and panties aside, then laid on my back with my legs in the air and spread wide. I reached down between them and spread my vagina open to give my brother a good look.

“Oh… wow,” Jacob said, a little breathlessly. “The boy’s penis just goes right into there, huh?”

“Yeah.” To demonstrate, I slid my middle finger up into my vagina.

“Wow.”

“Cool, huh?” I asked, moving my finger back and forth.

“Yeah,” Jacob breathed.

I slid my finger out and sat up, still naked from the waist down. “Ok, your turn.”

Jacob got up onto his knees. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and boxers. He unzipped and unbuttoned the shorts and then slowly lowered down both of them, giving me my first ever view of a boy’s penis.

My brother’s penis was still hairless, and I guessed it was about three inches long. It wasn’t very big around. It was also sticking straight up, pointing at the roof of the tent. It was actually pretty cool, I thought.

I extended my middle finger and held it up next to my brother’s erection. I was pleased to see there wasn’t a major difference. His penis was bigger, but not by too much. As long as the boy I lost my virginity to wasn’t much larger, I’d have no problem getting him inside my vagina.

“What are you doing?” asked Jacob.

I shrugged. “Just seeing the size difference.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Can I touch it?” I asked.

“Uh…” Jacob blinked. “Well… I guess. If I can touch yours, too.”

I thought about that for a moment. Probably no harm, I decided. “Ok.”

“Alright, then.”

I ran my index finger along the tip of my brother’s penis and down the length of his shaft. Then I wrapped a couple fingers around it. It was warm, and had a strange soft/hard feeling to it. I knew right away that having something like this inside my vagina would be worlds away from just having my finger in there.

“That feels nice,” Jacob whispered, a slight tremor in his voice.

“It does?” I asked. I’d known it felt good when I touched myself, but I hadn’t thought about how it might feel for the boy. Obviously I should have.

“Yeah.”

I moved my fingers along Jacob’s penis a little more, pleased that I was making him feel good, and filing away notes on what to do with the boy I wound up losing my virginity to. A little practice now could help later, I figured.

After a couple minutes of playing with my brother’s penis, I looked up at him and asked, “Are you ready to touch me now?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He watched me as I laid down, spreading my legs like I had before. “Uh, Madison?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you… take off your shirt? I mean, I’m naked, so…”

“Oh. Sure.” I sat up long enough to take off my t-shirt and laid back down. My breasts weren’t much yet. I wore a training bra, but I didn’t really need it.

Jacob stared at my chest for a moment, then got between my legs. Shyly he reached out with one of his fingers and traced a path along my labia and up to my clitoris. It was obvious he had no clue what he was doing, but it still felt nice, plus it was the first time anyone had touched me there other than myself.

“Mmmm… I like that,” I whispered, squirming a little.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

My brother’s probing finger next found the entrance to my vagina. He ran his finger along it for a few seconds and the slowly slid it up inside me, sending little sparks of pleasure through my body.

“This is where the boy puts his penis, right?”

“Oh, yeah…”

“Ok.”

As my little brother fingered me, I closed my eyes and thought to myself that if this was what just touching felt like, sex itself must be really incredible! I’d have to work very hard, I thought, to find a boy to start doing it with.

Then suddenly a huge pulse of pleasure shot through me. I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing my brother’s head bowed down between my legs. I had glimpses of his tongue moving back and forth along my vagina as he fingered me.

“Oh… god… Jacob… what are you… oh…”

Jacob raised his head, looking worried. “I’m sorry. One of my friends told me girls really like that. Do you want me to stop?”

“No… it feels good… I just hadn’t… oh… please don’t stop.”

“Ok.” Jacob lowered his head back down.

I placed one of my hands on the back of my brother’s head as he went down on me. I really hadn’t expected this part to happen, but I certainly had no objections! It was the best thing I’d ever felt so far.

After a couple minutes, Jacob said up and wiped at his face. “My mouth is getting tired,” he said.

I laughed. “It’s ok. That was really nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a shy smile.

Looking down at my little brother, naked and crouching between my spread legs, I decided there was something else I wanted to try with him.

“Lay on top of me,” I said.

“Uhm. Ok.” Jacob rather awkwardly maneuvered so that was laying on top of me, his chest against mine, our bare genitals rubbing together.

I reached down between our naked bodies and took my brother’s penis in my hand. I laid it down so that the shaft was rubbing directly against my clitoris. Then I said to him, “Move back and forth, ok?”

“I’m not… inside you, am I?”

“No, you’re just rubbing against me.”

“Oh,” he said, and was that a twinge of disappointment I heard in his voice? I wasn’t sure, but I thought there was. Either way, any speculation about that went out the window as Jacob began to move on top of me, his penis rubbing against my clitoris as he did so.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his round little butt as he moved. “Oh, that’s nice…”

“Yeah…”

I closed my eyes and lost myself in pleasure as my brother dry-fucked me. It was a really interesting series of sensations. The way his body was resting on top of mine, the way that his penis was rubbing against my vagina, the way his butt moved under my hand… it was really fascinating!

Then I started feeling a certain temptation. How easy it would be, I thought, to reach down and guide my brother’s penis into me. I’d lose my virginity, he’d lose his. I was sure it would feel good. I wasn’t sure if he would want to, but I could ask.

Just as I was about to ask, however, Jacob started whimpering a little and began moving faster and faster. Suddenly he let out a little moan and I felt his penis twitching against my clitoris, sending even more pleasure through me.

Jacob kept moving for a few seconds, and then sort of collapsed on top of me. “I’m sorry…” he whispered. “I can’t keep… it feels… oh…”

I laughed a little and ran my fingers through Jacob’s hair. “I think my little brother just had his first orgasm,” I guessed.

“A what?” Jacob asked, looking a little confused.

“Did you just have a really good feeling shoot through your body? Something better than anything ever in life? Like your mind was being rubbed with silk and your soul was being bathed in liquid warmth?”

“Uh…” Jacob’s eyes crossed briefly. “Yes?”

“That’s an orgasm,” I said with a smile. I smacked his bare butt lightly. “Now get off me.”

“Ok.”

I was still tingling a little as Jacob got off me, his penis still hard. I thought briefly about seeing if he’d like to fuck, but the urge that had seized me a few moments before was gone now. I got into my sleeping bag, still naked, and settled down.

Jacob turned off the light and got into his sleeping bag as well. After a few moments of us laying in the darkness, he said, “Madison?”

“Yeah?”

“What we did?”

“Yeah?”

“Does that count?”

“Count as what?”

“Sex?”

I thought about it. “No, it doesn’t. For it to be sex, your penis would have had to have gone into my vagina.”

“Oh. And it didn’t.”

“No.”

“Oh, ok.” A pause. “I liked it, though.”

“Me, too.”

“Can we do it again sometime?”

I smiled in the darkness. “Sure.”

“Cool. Good night, Madison.”

“Good night, Jacob.”

END

Copyright 2007 by Alex Hawk. All rights reserved.
So here we go, kids! The first part of a multi-part story. Yes, I know, I have a great tendency to start these things and not finish them. In this case, however, the next several parts are already written. I hope you all enjoy it!

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Nine

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October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Nine
By
Alex Hawk

Pain…

Every part of me hurt. My head hurt. My legs hurt. My EYEBROWS hurt.

Then I began to slowly realize that I shouldn’t be feeling any pain at all. I should be dead. What was going on?

I was aware that I was laying down. I tried to sit up and felt the world spin around me.

“Whoa, there, son,” I heard a gentle voice say and felt hands guiding me back onto what I realized was a bed.

Aware that my eyes were shut, I tried to open them, then slammed them shut again as the light nearly blinded me. I worked my mouth and tried to speak.

“Oh, you’re probably thirsty. Here, take a sip.” I felt a straw at my mouth. I sucked on it gently, feeling cool water flood into my mouth. Before I knew it I had drank the entire glass.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome,” came the voice again.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling them adjust to the light. Soon they were open entirely and I realized I was in a hospital bed. Sitting near me, on a small chair, was a man, probably about fifty years old-or-thereabouts.

“Where am…” I started to ask, then stopped. “Where’s Cassie?” I asked in a slightly panicked voice.

The man held up a hand. “Don’t worry. Your girlfriend is just fine. She’s in the next room over.”

“Oh, thank god,” I whispered and laid back.

“I’m sure He’d say you’re welcome,” the man said with a smile in his voice.

I sat up again and looked at him. “Thank you, too, doctor.”

He laughed. “Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m a minister. My name is Thomas Johansen.” He held out his hand. I shook it, the movement sending pain through my arm. “My wife and I found you and your girlfriend out on the street the other night.”

I blinked. “Oh. Well, then, REALLY thank you.” I swallowed a little. “I think we nearly… nearly died out there.”

“You nearly did,” he said with a nod.

I closed my eyes and shuddered. Then I opened them in a slight panic. “The baby…”

Mr Johansen smiled. “Don’t worry. Cassie, you said her name was?” I nodded. “Her baby, and I presume yours?” I nodded again. “The baby is fine.”

“Oh, good,” I whispered.

The room was quiet for a few minutes and then Mr Johansen said, “May I ask your name?”

“Huh? Oh. Hunter.”

“If you don’t mind, Hunter, may I ask how you and Cassie came to be out on the streets on a night like that?”

The question was innocuous, but I knew I had to answer it carefully. I certainly couldn’t tell him the full truth, so I settled for an abbreviated version. That Cassie and I were from far away, that she was trying to find her mother and I was along to help her. I mentioned nothing of our father, beyond saying that both my father and hers were dead. I didn’t go into a lot of detail, of course. I hoped he’d just figure I was too tired out to do so, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Mr Johansen seemed to accept my explanation and didn’t really push me any further. At some point after that I drifted off to a sound sleep.

When I woke up I saw Mr Johansen talking quietly to a woman who looked about his age. She looked almost like everyone’s grandmother. Grey hair, not exactly thin, obviously a woman who was used to smiling a lot.

She seemed to notice I was awake. “Thomas?” she said, and pointed at me.

Mr Johansen looked at me. “Oh. Hunter. How are you feeling?”

“A little hungry,” I ventured.

“I’ll go get you something dear,” the woman, his wife I assumed, said as she left the room.

“That was my wife, Elizabeth. She’s been keeping an eye on Cassie.”

“Cassie…” I closed my eyes a little, trying to banish the image of Cassie freezing out on the streets. I sat up. “I want to go see her.”

“Alright,” Mr Johansen said calmly. “But why don’t you eat something first?”

I was about to argue, but then my stomach rumbled. I hadn’t really eaten anything before we’d wound up on the street, and now was really hungry. “Ok.”

Mrs Johansen returned with the food only a couple moments later. I scarfed it down quickly, even though it was quite bland and tasteless. I’d had enough experience with hospitals in the past (thanks to my dad), to know that was what was to be expected.

Mrs Johansen made small talk with me while I ate. She seemed like a very nice lady, and reported that Cassie was awake and doing well and looking very forward to seeing me. That made me eat all the faster.

After I was done eating, Mr and Mrs Johansen helped me stand up. She left the room while I got some clothes on, and then the three of us walked down the hall. Once we were outside Cassie’s room, they told me they’d wait outside. I nodded, took a deep breath and opened the door.

Cassie was laying on a bed. She looked like she was sleeping. I walked slowly over to her and brushed a little hair out of her face. “Cassie?” I whispered.

Her head turned towards me and her eyes opened. My sister’s smile was like a glimpse into heaven.

“Hello, Hunter.”

Cassie and I checked out of the hospital the next day and immediately went home with Mr and Mrs Johansen. We’d both initially declined their offer of a place to live, but in the end we saw the logic.

They offered to let us live with them for as long as we needed. Until the baby was born and then well past then. They’d help us get enrolled into school and take care of us. It was a chance for us to get our lives back into order after months of chaos. We couldn’t possibly refuse.

Over the next few days, we found out that they’d lost their only son back in 1969 when he’d died in Vietnam. They missed him terribly, and I think they basically viewed us as replacement children.

Cassie gave birth during the first week of June. We named our new son Luke, after a certain movie we’d seen the week before. His middle name was Thomas. He was just amazing. I couldn’t believe Cassie and I had made something so wonderful together.

The night after Luke was born, I went to Mr Johansen and finally confessed everything. I told him about our father. I told him about our mother. I told him about our relationship. I told him everything. I had to. I couldn’t keep living a lie.

Mr Johansen took it surprisingly well. It turned out he’d actually already suspected something like this. He wasn’t angry or anything. He was a little sad at our story and what we’d gone through, but he was also very understanding.

So it was because of him that I ended up with a lawyer and in August went back to New York to answer questions about the death of our dad. The authorities there briefly considered charging me with murder, but eventually decided there was no way they’d get a conviction, so I walked out free.

When I came back to Portland, I got an even bigger burst of happiness. Mr Johansen had tracked down our mother, and brought her to Portland. Turned out she’d been living in San Francisco, and hadn’t been in LA for two years. She’d written to us all the time, but our dad had always destroyed her letters.

As time went by the memories of those months on the road began to fade away. We both went back to school, and I eventually went to college where I majored in theology. I was determined to follow in the steps of Mr Johansen and become a minister.

Cassie also wound up going to college and ended up being a kindergarten teacher. She was very good with kids, as she proved by doing most of the work with raising Luke, who ended up being a wonderful child.

And now, all these years later, I look back at our lives and what we’ve done. Luke is married now and has kids of his own, making us the proud grandparents in the world. We’d raised him right, too. Never so much as spanked him.

He was also the only child we had. We’d not had sex with each other since before we wound up in the hospital. Once we were stable and in a home, well, we still loved each other, but no longer made love. Even now I’m not sure why we stopped. It wasn’t ever something we talked about. We just didn’t do it anymore.

We also never wound up being romantically involved with anyone else. I’m pretty sure she had sex with at least a couple other people in her life. I know I did. But there wasn’t anymore romance there. And that was ok.

I still regret how things had gone with our father. I’ve long since forgiven him, but it’s been harder to forgive myself, even though I know I did the right thing. Still, because of him, Cassie and I managed to find a thing as pure as love, and that, in a way, made all of life worth living.

END

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk. Love is a many splendored
thing!
Ok, did any of you REALLY think I was going to let Chapter 8 be the last one? Come now. Those who paid attention would realize that whenever I end a chapter, it’s “END OF CHAPTER X” , but when I end a story it’s just “END”.

I hope you all enjoyed the story of Cassie and Hunter!

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Wishful Thinking – Chapter Three

Adult/Youth, First Time, Straight, Teens, Transformation |

November 4, 2008

Wishful Thinking – Chapter 3
By
Alex Hawk


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I woke up the next morning at about the same time as I’d woken up yesterday. I laid there in bed, remembering how wonderful it had felt to get fucked by Devin. What I really wanted to go was go across the street and get that boy inside me again, but I had to go out and get myself another virgin. I wasn’t really bothered by the idea, mind you.

I decided to go out to a skate park near my house. I knew Ebin went there every once in a while. Sometimes I’d gone to pick him up and had sat back to watch some of the very cute young boys who skated there. I was sure I could find one of them to fuck me.

Before I left, I took a few moments to get myself all cleaned up, put on some decently revealing clothes (including no bra, a loose t-shirt, skirt and no panties), and then once I was ready, headed out into the world.

The bus was getting really irritating, I decided as I rode along towards the skate park. I got off a couple stops early, down at the mall, and ducked into Target where I bought a nice bicycle and a couple new shirts that I stuffed into a backpack I also bought. I was really starting to get into this whole “being a girl” thing!
When I finally reached the skate-park, I locked up my bike and walked around for a little bit, scouting about for the cutest boy that I could find.

Eventually I spotted a likely candidate. He was young, probably around thirteen or fourteen, had a very cute face, a sweet little body and looked like he was alone. He was just skating back and forth on a ramp, trying his best to grind but not doing it very well. I walked over and sat on the ground, making it clear that I was watching him.

The boy seemed to notice me there. He nodded at me and kept skating. I could see him looking my direction fairly often, checking me out as he tried to show off as best he could. It was really cute, actually. Gave me a great feeling of power, too.

Finally he managed to pull off a decent grind. I clapped a few times and said, “Hey, that was pretty good.”

“Thanks,” he said with a little embarrassment. “I haven’t been doing this very long.”

“Well, you look pretty good to me.”

“Thank you.”

I crossed my legs as I sat, hoping that the boy would have a good view up my skirt to my uncovered vagina. “What’s your name?”

“Denton. What’s yours?”

“Lisa.”

“Cool.” He got off his board and walked over, sitting down near me. “I got this board for my birthday last month. I’ve been trying really hard to get good at it.”

I smiled. “You seem pretty good to me. How old did you turn?”

“Fourteen.”

“Cool. Me, too,” I lied. “I just turned fourteen a couple days ago.”

“Cool. If I knew you then, I would have given you a present.”

I laughed. “Yeah, well, and I would have given you something really, really cool if I knew you last month.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. A kiss, probably.”

Denton blushed. “Yeah? Really?”

“Yeah. You’re really cute.”

“Thanks.”

“How about a kiss now?” I asked, leaning towards him.

“Ok,” he said with a little shrug. He leaned towards me and our mouths pressed together.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” I said to Denton. I was very pleased that things were moving along quickly. The odds of me getting him into bed were pretty decent, I thought.

“Thanks, you, too.”

“Wanna walk around for a little bit?”

“Ok.”

Denton picked up his board as we stood and started to walk, talking about whatever came into our heads. The skate park was built onto a regular park, and there were lots of trees and grass all over the place. It was a nice area to hang out in.

Finally we got to a pretty secluded area. I looked around, hoping that no one would come across us as I said to Denton, “Let’s sit for a bit.”

“Alright.”

We plopped down onto the ground together. “So do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him.

Denton said, “No. I used to but we broke up last month.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

“Yeah. Well, she wasn’t that great anyhow.”

“Not as nice as me, I’m sure,” I said with a grin.

“No, you’re pretty cool, Lisa.”

“Thanks. That gets you another kiss.” I kissed him again.

“Cool. You kiss much better than she did.”

“Glad to hear it.” I kissed Denton a couple more times and soon we were really swapping spit as we went at it. By this point, my vagina was wet as hell and I really wanted to get fucked by this boy. My original plan had been to get him all hot and horny here and then take him back to my place. Now I had a different idea in mind.

“So did you ever fuck this girl you were dating?” I asked Denton in what I thought was a pretty sexy voice.

Denton blushed a little once more and said, “Well… no. I mean… I’m still… I’ve never…”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s ok. Everyone is at first.” I kissed him some more while I placed a hand on his chest and ran it slowly down.

“Are you?” he asked quietly.

“No.”

“Cool,” Denton whispered.

I kissed him a little more and moved my hand lower and lower until I was at the edge of his shorts. Slowly I slid my hand inside, brushing it against the shaft of Denton’s erection. He let out a little gasp that turned into a moan as I started stroking it softly, then worked it out of his shorts. It was a nice penis, that was for sure. A little bigger than Devin’s. I couldn’t wait to have it inside me!

“What are you doing?” he whispered. “Someone’s going to see.”

“That’s probably true,” I conceded. Then with a wicked gleam in my eye I said, “Well, in that case I better make sure no one can see it.”

Before Denton could figure out what I was talking about, I got on top of him, straddling him at the waist. Holding up his erection, I rubbed it gently against my slit. Then I grinned a sweet little grin and, keeping my eyes fixed on Denton’s face, slowly lowered my extremely wet and eager vagina down around his cute fourteen-year-old virgin penis, sliding down until he was all the way inside me.

“There,” I whispered, looking at the look of amazement and bliss on Denton’s face. “Now no one can see it. Nice, huh?”

“Ooooh… yeah…” he managed to whimper.

I slowly rode Denton, greatly enjoying the pleasure of having a young boy’s penis inside me yet again. I could really get used to this! I really hoped I’d be able to seduce all the boys I needed to so that I could have this power of transformation be permanent.

Denton was trying his best to thrust up into me as I rode him. He looked very happy as he got laid for the first time, which was no real surprise. Soon he started breathing really hard and began fucking faster and faster. Then with a low grunt of pleasure, he started to cum, his penis jerking around inside my vagina as his sperm shot up into me.

Just as I had yesterday with Devin, I experienced a vision as Denton’s virgin sperm splashed up into my waiting vagina. There was a large number 9 that faded and was replaced by a number 8. Another boy down! Wonderful!

Denton fucked me twice more that morning. My favorite time was the last time, when he fucked me missionary style. It was very nice holding onto his butt as he screwed me. I didn’t wind up having an orgasm at all during any of the sex, but it was still nice.

After the third time, I got myself together, promised Denton I’d see him again, and went back home. I relaxed for a couple hours, very happy that I was making such fast progress with these boys!

END CHAPTER THREE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk and stuff.

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College Guys – Chapter Four

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October 20, 2008

College Guys – Chapter Four
By
Alex Hawk

The next day I got up bright and early, ready to face the day and, hopefully, get another one of the college boys up inside me!

As I got dressed, I looked outside my bedroom window, the one that faced the backyard next door. One of the boys was splashing around in the pool. It looked like it was Des, wearing nothing but a Speedo. Grinning to myself I suddenly knew who my next target was going to be.

I dressed myself in a skimpy bikini and went down and out of my house. I walked over the place next door and popped open the gate to the backyard. There was Des, swimming around in the pool. I walked over and stood by the edge, admiring his lean, mostly nude body as he swam.

“Hey, Des!” I called out with a wave as he paused for a moment.

“Oh, hey.” He grinned. “How are you, Shannon?”

“I’m doing ok. Mind if I join you?”

“Maybe in a moment. I need to do a few more laps.”

“Alright.” I sat down with my legs dangling in the water.

Des turned around and dove back in, swimming from one side of the pool to the other. I couldn’t see all that much of his body with all the splashing, but what I could see was enough to get me wet in a place the water hadn’t reached.

Finally Des finished with his workout. He got out of the water and walked over to one of the chairs by the pool, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. His body looked just fantastic! And when he raised his arms to towel his hair I noticed something interesting.

“You shave under your arms?” I giggled.

Des grinned. “I’m a swimmer. Hair slows you down. I don’t have any on me from the neck down.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Not even…” I broke into a grin.

Des laughed. “Nope, not even there.”

“Oh, really? Lemme see!”

Des pulled his Speedos down enough to expose his pubes, or at least where they were supposed to be. He was indeed shaved very smooth.

“Wow…” I breathed. “THAT’S cool. I bet that feels really neat when you fuck.”

Des laughed and actually blushed a little. “Well, yeah.”

I came up towards Des and placed a hand on his smooth, hairless, muscular chest. “You wanna show me what it’s like?”

Des laughed. “So it’s true what I heard from Taz and Jarrod?”

“You mean that I plan to sleep with each of you guys?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” I grinned. “Is that a problem?”

Des shrugged. “Well, not to be mean, but don’t you feel kind of like… well… a slut?”

I smiled. “Well, if a boy sleeps with a bunch of girls he’s not a slut, is he?”

“I guess not.”

“Than neither am I. I just like sex.” I reached up and pulled off the top of my bikini, baring my fifteen-year-old breasts.

“Damn, girl!” Des said with a laugh. “You’re going to be VERY popular around here.”

“I know.” I advanced forward and pressed my body against Des’. I ran my hand down his bare chest and cupped the hard bulge that had formed in his Speedos. “So… you up for a different sort of exercise now?”

“You’re so unsubtle,” he said, smiling at me. “Some guys might like that sort of aggressive attitude.”

“You don’t mind it, though,” I said, continuing to rub the bulge.

“What makes you say that?”

I dropped down onto my knees and pulled down Des’ Speedos. Up popped his very hard, shaved penis. It was about seven inches long and very nice. I wrapped a hand around it and began stroking slowly.

“Because if you minded, you wouldn’t let me do this.” I opened my mouth and slipped it around his erection.

“Oooo… yeah, maybe you got a point,” he concluded as he placed a hand on the back of my head.

I slowly ran my lips and tongue all around the shaft of Des’ penis. It felt very nice inside my mouth, and it took me back to that night, only a few days ago, when I first went down on Brian and then lost my virginity to him. The fact that Des didn’t have any pubic hair was really cool, too. Made it much easier to do what I was doing.

As I squatted down blowing Des, I moved a hand down and untied my bikini bottoms, letting them fall onto the ground. I began rubbing my hand around my vagina and worked a finger up inside, savoring the sensation of everything that was happening.

After a couple minutes of sucking off Des, I stood back up and kissed him, pulling him close and reaching down to cup his butt while we made out. It was sooooo sweet, especially the way that his penis was poking against my vagina.

Between kisses, Des whispered, “You wanna go upstairs, or just do it here?”

“Here.”

“Ok.”

I laid down on the grass near the pool and spread my legs. Des took the hint pretty quickly and got on top of me, kissing me and slowly fingering my vagina as he did so. I let out a little moan of pleasure that only increased as I took in the sight of his naked body on top of mine.

Then, as Des kissed me, the moment I was waiting for happened. Des pressed the tip of his penis against my vagina and very slowly worked it up into me until he was all the way inside. I cast a look down bellow, seeing nothing but his bare pubes resting against my pubic hair.

Des propped himself up on his arms and began slowly moving his hips, sliding back and forth inside me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It was so nice having sex with him outdoors like this. I could feel the cool breeze, I could hear the chirp of the birds, I could smell the scent of the pool. It was like heaven!

“Shannon…?” Des whispered softly.

“Yeah…?”

“When I cum… do you want me to pull out…?”

“No…” I wrapped my arms and legs tight around his body, placing my hands on his firm, muscular ass. “No… cum inside me…”

“Ok…”

Des shifted his weight around and started pistoning his penis harder into my vagina. Oh, it was magnificent feeling him inside me, the weight of his body on top of me, the total pleasure of sex! It was just so wonderfully mind blowing!

“Let’s roll over…” I whispered.

“Ok…”

Des put his arms around me and we rolled over. Once I was on top of him, I started moving up and down around his penis, running a hand down his beautiful chest and looking at the pleased expression on his face. He moaned and put his hands on my thighs.

I rode Des for about four minutes or so before he started breathing really hard and began pushing up into me. I knew he was close to cumming. As I kept moving up and down on his penis, I reached down and gave one of his nipples a little pinch.

That was all it took. Des let out a low moan of delight, pushed deep inside me and held himself there as his penis began twitching, firing his sperm into my teenage vagina. It was unbelievable how good it felt to have him cumming in me like this. So good in fact that the combination of his climax and the look on his face was enough to make me cum, too, which I did in great, shuddering gasps of pleasure.

As we came down from our orgasms, I rolled off Des, kissing him tenderly and savoring the afterglow. I was about to suggest we should go up into his room when I heard a voice say, “Huh… so that’s what Des’ penis looks like.”

I looked up and saw Sammy standing there looking at us with an appraising look on his face. Well, mostly looking at Des’ penis, to be honest. Des blushed and grabbed his Speedos, standing up and pulling them onto his body.

I simply laid there, naked and unashamed as I said to Sammy, “Yeah. You wanna go where he’s been?”

Sammy laughed. “Thanks, but no. You two done now?”

“Yeah.” Des said. He helped me stand up. “I got stuff to do, Shannon. I’ll see you later?”

“Ok.” I gave him a quick kiss and watched as he went up to his bedroom, admiring his ass as he walked.

“Girl, you are one LUCKY thing, you know that?” Sammy said, joining me in staring at Des’ ass.

“I know.” I came up behind him and cupped his butt. “You sure you don’t want to try it?”

“I’m gay.”

“Then come join the Dark Side?” I suggested.

Sammy laughed. “I think Jaden might be a little put out by that. But thanks anyhow.”

“Alright.” I sighed. “See you around, then.”

“See ya.”

With that I walked upstairs, knocked on Taz’ door and spent most of the rest of the afternoon taking turns getting fucked by either him or Jarrod. It was a wonderful way to spend my afternoon!

END CHAPTER FOUR

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?

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