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Dull Summer

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October 19, 2008

Dull Summer
By
Alex Hawk

The late-June sun bore its weight down onto the parched Arizona landscape. I let out a quiet sigh as I looked around. Everything was hot and dry and boring and dull, dull, dull. God, I hated this place. If it was under 90 degrees right now I’d be shocked. Hell, by the time noon rolled around it would probably be over 115. We’d top out at about 120, I figured, then maybe back down to 100 by midnight.

I sighed again as I walked back inside the air-conditioned trailer my family lived in. We’d moved out here from New York a few months ago because my Dad got a job offer as a county sheriff. He figured it was better to be a sheriff in a small part of Nowhere, Arizona, than it was to be a beat cop in NYC. I disagreed.
My dad and mom were already at work. My little brother was still sleeping, which left me with the place to myself for a while. Oh, joy. For lack of anything better to do, I booted up the computer and surfed over to a couple of my favorite websites. Places I knew I could find pretty boys to look at.

Soon teenage boys in various states of nakedness and arousal were on the screen. I reached down into my shorts and began rubbing at my vagina, fantasizing about the pretty young things on display. I hadn’t had real sex yet, but I’d come close a couple times. Hell, just before I’d left NYC, I’d nearly lost my virginity to my boyfriend, but we didn’t have any condoms, so we didn’t go all the way. He did eat me out, though, which had been quite delightful!

I managed to give myself an orgasm while thinking about that night and looking at a pic of a boy who was about thirteen, very naked, very erect and very cute. I pictured him fucking me as my orgasm washed over me. Oh, he was really nice!

When I finished cumming, I cleaned everything up, turned off the computer and wandered back to my room, looking for the next thing that might provide me with some distraction from the boredom that gripped every facet of my life.

* * *

My life had developed a routine since school had let out two weeks ago. I’d wake up shortly after my parents left for the day. I’d make up some coffee and drink it while watching the sunrise. Then I’d go into the living room where I’d usually download some porn and masturbate. Then I’d retire to my room for a while where I’d just hang out for a bit until my twelve-year-old brother, Kris, woke up. Once he was awake we’d play video games and watch TV and stuff. It was still pretty dull, but at least it was boredom with someone else.

Then there’d be lunch, which we’d take turns making. After that, more games, more TV, plenty of conversation and lots more boredom until our parents got home. It was not a fun way to live. The worst part of it was that it meant my little brother was my best friend by default as he was the only person other than my parents that I ever saw.

Our parents kept reassuring me that when I turned sixteen next year, they’d get me a car, which would be nice, cause it would mean that I’d be able to drive out to the small, two-thousand person town we lived a half-hour away from. That would be nice, but that wouldn’t be until early next year, and I didn’t really want to have to wait.

In short, life was sucky and not likely to get better anytime soon.

* * *

Now Kris and I were sitting side-by-side on the couch, taking turns playing “Katamari Damacy” and trying to roll the biggest katamari. Currently I was in the lead with a 741m katamari, but Kris was doing a decent job of challenging me. He likely wouldn’t win, though. I played the game obsessively. It was almost like it was a form of rebellion against the way I was having to live my life.

But today my mind wasn’t on the game. I’d had an email a couple days ago from a friend who’d told me that my old boyfriend had gotten his current girlfriend pregnant. It was apparently quite the scandal and I was missing it. What annoyed me the most was that there was a huge part of me that didn’t care, and that worried me. I’d cared a lot when he’d emailed me to say he had a girlfriend, and cared when I heard they were having sex. Now this, along with most of the events going on with my friends in NYC, just didn’t really matter to me anymore.

“Huh?” I said, aware that Kris had said something.

“I said I almost did it. 738 meters.”

“Hey, cool,” I said, pulling myself to reality. “You’re getting better.”

“Thanks!”

I looked at the clock. “I’m gonna make some lunch,” I said, sighing a little as I stood up.

“Oh, ok.”

Kris followed me into the kitchen to talk with me while I made up some mac and cheese for us to eat. He nattered on about all sorts of things, which I largely tuned out. Normally I’d participate more, but I really wasn’t up for it right now.

“Megan?” he finally said. “Is something wrong?”

I sighed again and looked up from the pasta. “Do you know what the word ennui means?”

“No.”

“It’s what I’m having right now. It’s just an accumulation of boredom and… boredom. Frustration. Loneliness. Stuff like that.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you lonely? You have me!”

I smiled a little. “Yeah, but you’re my brother. It’s not the same as having a friend.”

“Why not? I think of you as a friend more than as my sister these days.”

“Yeah. But there’s things you can’t do that at least a couple of the boys back home were able to do.”

“Like what?”

I was about to tell him when I realized exactly who I was talking to. I shook my head. “Nothing important.”

“Well, if it’s not important, why does it matter?” Kris asked.

I smiled wanly again. “It just does.”

Kris looked puzzled, then looked a little grossed-out. “You’re talking about sex, aren’t you?”

I laughed as I drained the pasta. “Sort of. Well, mostly, yes.”

“Oh.”

Kris and I had talked about a lot of things over the last two weeks of being stuck alone together, but we’d never discussed sex. I had limited experience with it, only up to oral with my most recent boyfriend, as I mentioned before, and I presumed that Kris had no experience at all.

“So… you’ve had sex, then?” he asked as I began stirring the cheese powder into the pasta.

“Well… sort of. Not all the way. Just some stuff.”

“Oh.”

“Yep.” I put a plate of food in front of my brother and sat down with him to eat.

“Megan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind… I mean… what stuff did you do?” he asked, blushing a little.

I shrugged and, seeing no reason to lie, said, “I’ve made out with a couple boys. With my last boyfriend I gave him blowjobs a few times and he went down on me. We almost had sex, but didn’t cause we didn’t have condoms.” I rolled my eyes. “That apparently didn’t stop him with his current girlfriend, cause he got her pregnant.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. He’s kind of a dumbass.”

Kris asked, “So why did you go out with him and do… what you did?”

I shrugged again. “Cause he was kind of cute and he was interested in me and willing to try some stuff without a major romantic thing. We were basically just using each other to fool around and learn about sex first hand.” And mouth, I added silently.

“Oh, wow. Ok, that makes sense, I guess.” Kris took a bite of his food and then into the quiet of the dining room said, “I had sex once.”

I froze, my food halfway to my mouth. “No, you didn’t,” I finally managed to say.

“Yeah, I did,” my brother replied with a nod.

“Fuck you, you did not.”

“Yes, I did.”

“You mean like all the way?”

“Yeah.”

“Like you had your penis inside some girl’s vagina?”

“Yep.”

“Bullshit.”

Kris held up his right hand. “I swear to god!”

“Who with?” I asked, picking at my food, feeling a little annoyed that my brother apparently wasn’t a virgin but I still was.

“Darla Addams.”

I raised an eyebrow. She was a girl Kris had been friends with for most of his life. If he was likely to have fucked a girl it would’ve been her.

“How did that happen?” I asked.

Kris shrugged. “Like the day before we left she asked me to come over to her place and took me to her room. She said she wanted to try it with me ever since she’d known about it and since we were moving, it was then or never.”

Now it was my turn to say, “Oh.”

“We took off our clothes and got on her bed. We made out and stuff and I fingered her and we did like oral together. Then I got on top of her and it took me like a few minutes to figure out how to get it in, but I did. I got it all the way inside her and we fucked for like three minutes before I came.”

“Oh… I hope you used a condom,” I said, my brain catching up to events.

Kris shrugged. “I eleven then, and I wasn’t making any sperm yet. I am now, though,” he added.

“Oh.”

“We wanted to do it again a few minutes later, but her mom came home and so we had to stop. It was cool to do it that once, though.”

“Wow.” I sat back, trying to absorb everything. My twelve-year-old brother wasn’t a virgin and I still was at fifteen.

“She said it felt really good and she had a lot of fun, especially when I used my tongue on her.”

“Yeah, I bet,” I muttered, taking a bite of my food.

“I was pretty happy we did it,” Kris said with a giggle. “I just wish we’d gotten to do it more. It was really sweet.”

“Hmph,” I grunted.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, just the fact that you’re not a virgin and I am.”

Kris shrugged. “Not much I can do about that. I mean, if it’s really that big of a deal, just remember that I only did it once.”

“That’s still one more than me,” I groused, annoyed that I was jealous about this. I mean, it was my little brother! Who cared what he did?

“You wanna go play some more games?” Kris asked as he finished up his food.

“Maybe later. I think I’m going to go take a nap.”

“Oh, ok. I’ll practice some and maybe win next time,” he said with an impish grin as he ran off to the living room.

I cleaned up my dishes and went to my bedroom where I stripped naked and laid down on my bed. Kris wasn’t a virgin. My brother had fucked a girl when he was eleven. He wasn’t a virgin and I was. Life wasn’t fair.

I began to picture the image in my mind. Darla naked and laying on her bed, much like I was, only she wouldn’t have had much in the way of breasts and no pubic hair. I pictured Kris eating her out and then getting on top of her and slipping his penis, which I visualized as also being hairless, into her vagina. I could see his little butt rising and falling as they fucked for the first time and the expression of pleasure on both their faces. I remembered a video I’d once downloaded of two kids about twelve or thirteen who were fucking, so I had a fair idea of what was going on in Darla’s bedroom.

Almost of itself, my right hand moved between my legs, massaging my clitoris and then working a finger into my vagina as I pictured my brother fucking for the first time. I kept wondering what it had felt like for Darla to have his penis inside her and began moving my finger back and forth in time to the image of Kris thrusting.

I moved faster and faster as I pictured Kris fucking Darla. My mind began to spin as the pleasure built within my vagina and flushed out through my body as my orgasm took hold of me. It was one of the best I’d ever had.

When I was done cumming, I cleaned up, feeling slightly guilty about having an orgasm while thinking about my brother fucking. But what the hell. It had lead to one of the best orgasms of my life and that was a distinct plus! Content with that thought, I settled down and eventually drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Over the next week or so I kept up my routine, but with some significant disruptions. Mostly this was due to the fact that every time I masturbated, I was picturing Kris fucking Darla. It was leading to some great orgasms, but it was making me feel a little weird.

Then it got weirder when I started seeing him wandering around without a shirt. He’d began doing it the day after our conversation, and since it was really hot, I didn’t blame him. It was just that every time I saw him, I pictured him fucking lucky little Darla.

I knew most of this was simply caused by boredom. During the weekend we’d driven out to town and gone swimming at the community pool. I’d seen Kris in a speedo then and hadn’t been distracted by that. I was having too much fun with other things, including flirting with some of the other boys there. When I got home, however, and was in my bed, I had more details of my brother’s body to add to the image I used when I masturbated.

Then came the day it got really weird. Yesterday, to be exact. Last night, when I was masturbating before bed. I constructed my mental image of Kris naked, but when I sent him off to get laid, I found myself picturing him going down not on Darla but on me. Then fucking me. It was an INCREDIBLY hot image and made me cum better than I’d ever had in my life period. Even when my ex had gone down on me, the orgasm hadn’t been as good.

It did leave me feeling REALLY mixed up, though. I mean, it was bad enough that I was picturing my little twelve-year-old brother fucking Darla, but now I was getting off on the idea of him fucking me, and there was no way I could ignore that.

So now I was sitting there with him, after lunch, watching a movie on DVD and wanting to ask him a whole slew of questions, but not knowing where to start. Finally as I sat there, checking out his shirtless body, I figured I’d just start asking.

“So, Kris?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a few things?”

“Sure.”

“About Darla and you?”

Kris paused. “Uh… sure, if you want.”

“Ok. Well… when you went down on her, did you get her off?”

“You mean like make her cum?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Did she cum when you fucked her?”

Kris nodded. “Yeah, she told me she did anyhow.”

“Not bad,” I said, somewhat impressed. “Most girls don’t cum their first time. At least that’s what I hear.”

“Really? Cool that she did, then,” he said with a smile.

“What did it… what did it feel like when you were inside her?”

Kris smiled again and looked a little shy. “Oh, it was better than anything. I hadn’t even… well, you know… by myself… before I did it with her, so it was really incredible. I had no idea it was going to be that good.”

“Wow,” I said, shifting a little, acutely aware of how wet my vagina was getting. “I assume she liked it?”

“Oh, yeah. She really wanted to do it again, but like I said, her mom came home early.”

“How close were you guys to doing it again?”

“Uh… well, I was on top and about to stick it in, that’s how close,” he said with a smile.

“Oh, ok.” I licked my lips. “Uh… can I ask a kind of strange question?”

“Sure.”

“Uhm… how big… is… your penis?” I managed to say.

Kris blinked and blushed. “Oh. I don’t know. Why?”

“Is it bigger than my finger?” I asked, holding up an index finger.

He looked at it. “Uh… maybe. Probably not quite as long, but a little thicker.”

“Do you have hair yet?”

“Yeah, some. Only a few strands, though.”

“Ok.”

“Why did you wanna know?”

How could I tell him? I couldn’t say, “Because I wanted to have a more accurate version of you to masturbate to.”

“Oh, I’m just curious,” I said dismissively. Looking down a little I saw a bulge in my brother’s shorts. “Is that… it?” I asked.

He looked down and blushed again. “Yeah.”

“Are you… hard right now?”

“Yeah, from all the talking.”

Feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I said, “Can I see it?”

Kris blinked and looked taken aback. “See it?”

“Yeah.” Before he could ask I said, “I mean… I know what my boyfriend’s was like, but he was still a virgin. I wanna see what one looks like when it’s on a boy that’s not a virgin.”

“Oh. Well… I guess you can see it if you really want to.”

“Ok.”

Looking a little nervous, Kris sat up and unzipped his shorts. He pulled them and his underwear down and up popped his penis. It was beautiful! About four inches long, a little thicker than my finger, as he’d said, and just a few strands of hair. Lovely! So much nicer than my boyfriend’s had been, I thought.

“It looks nice,” I said around the wall of arousal.

“Thanks,” Kris mumbled. “Can you see any difference?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I think yours is nicer than my ex’s, though.”

Kris grinned. “Thanks.”

Taken by a whim, I said, “Well, since I saw you… do you wanna see me?”

“Uhm… sure, if you want to show me.”

“Sure.” I stood up and dropped my shorts and panties, kicking them aside. Then I laid back on the couch and spread my legs to give my brother a good view of my vagina.

His eyebrows raised and his penis twitched. “Wow. That’s a lot different from Darla.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well… she didn’t have any hair for one thing.”

“Uh-huh… what else?”

Kris shrugged, his eyes still locked between my legs. “Well, with her it looked like just a slit with a wet spot where the hole was. With you it looks like a more… like stuff. I can see the wet place, though,” he added, pointing.

I laughed. “Yeah, it’s there alright. Do you see my clitoris and everything?”

Kris nodded. “Yeah, and it’s bigger than Darla’s was.”

“You said you fingered her, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Was she really tight?”

Kris nodded again. “Yeah, I could barely get my finger in her at first.”

Taking a breath and knowing I might scare him away, I said, “Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Would you mind… well… putting your finger into me? I wanna know if I’m any tighter or anything than she was.”

My brother looked shocked. “You want me to finger you?”

“Well, just to see if there’s any difference, that’s all. I’m a virgin just like she was, but I’m curious to see if there’s any difference.”

“Uhm,” he said, his penis twitching. “Well, I guess if you really want me to, I can. Just to see.”

“Ok, cool.” I spread my legs wide. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Kris shrugged and moved closer to me. He held out a hand and slowly began slipping his middle finger into my vagina. It was all I could do to keep from crying out in bliss as it sank down into me.

Once he had it all the way inside, he worked it around a little and in a slightly tense voice said, “Well… yeah, there’s a difference. She was a little tighter but I don’t think she’d ever done anything with anyone else ever at all, and you said you’d done some things, so maybe even though you haven’t been… well, fucked… maybe that makes a difference.”

“Yeah, ok.”

“It’s nice, though,” he said with a grin.

I smiled back. “I think it’s pretty nice, too… you got a good finger, Kris.”

“Thanks.”

“Just out of curiosity,” I said, as casual as I could, “when you had your finger inside Darla, how did you move it around?”

“Just back and forth mostly,” he said, moving his finger within me to illustrate.

“Mmmm… that does feel pretty nice… but if you move it in circles and around and stuff it feels even better.”

“This way?” my brother asked, moving his finger some more.

“Oh, yes…”

Kris grinned. “Cool. This is a lot better than video games.”

“Yeah,” I said with a laugh. Then I sat up a little and pulled my shirt off. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so now I was nude in front of my brother. “How do these compare?”

He stared at my breasts. “Uh… well, since she was still flat, they’re much nicer.”

“You can touch ‘em if you want.”

“Ok.” Keeping his finger inside my vagina, my brother reached out with his other hand and rested it on my right breast. “Wow… that feels cool.”

“Yeah, I like it,” I said with a smile. Looking down I could see that my brother had scooted close enough that I could reach out and take hold of his penis. I did so, stroking it slowly.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“N… no…”

“Good,” I whispered, happy to be touching the penis I’d been dreaming about. It wasn’t nearly the same as my ex’s, but it was everything I’d hoped for. What I really wanted, deep down, was to have it inside me, but I knew that couldn’t happen. At least not yet. It would, though, as soon as I could pull it off. I’d lose my virginity to my brother. What an erotic thought!

Meantime, as I was fondling him, Kris kept up the movements within my vagina. “You’re getting good at that…”

“Thanks…”

“Do you wanna try doing something else…?”

“What…?”

I took a breath. “Well… you said you went down on Darla… if you wanna try that on me, I can give you some lessons…”

“Oh… ok.”

“First move your face down there, but keep your finger inside me!” I added hastily as he was about to pull it out.

“Ok, now what?” he asked once he was down there.

“First lick the area around my clitoris.”

“Like this?” he asked, doing so.

My eyes crossed and little fireworks went off in my mind as my brother’s tongue scrapped across my clitoris. Oh, dear god it was heavenly! Whatever Kris had learned from Darla he’d learned it quite, quite well! He was already much better at it then my ex had been back in NYC.

“Am I doing ok?” Kris asked.

“Ah… you were until you stopped…”

“Oh, sorry… you weren’t saying anything, so I didn’t know. I’ll go back to it.”

“No, wait,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Move up here.”

My brother wiggled his way up until his chest was rubbing against my breasts. “Ok, like this?”

“Yeah.” Swallowing a little I reached down and took his penis in my hand, lining it up with the entrance to my vagina. “Push it in,” I whispered.

Kris blinked. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah… fuck me, little brother… take my virginity…”

“Ok, if you want me to.” Kris shifted his weight around and I felt the tip of his penis nudge into me a little. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…” I whispered, closing my eyes, part of me unable to believe this was really happening.

Nodding, Kris said, “Ok,” and then pushed forward with his hips. At first nothing happened. I started, for a moment, to wonder if I’d put him in the right place, but then, slowly, wonderfully, incredibly, I felt my younger brother’s twelve-year-old penis begin to sink down into my fifteen-year-old virgin vagina. He pulled back and pushed forward once, twice and then was entirely inside of me.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as my brother took my virginity. It felt soooo wonderful! So much better than just masturbating or even having a boy go down on me. I was actually being fucked! So what if it was with my little brother? It felt incredible and that was all that mattered!

“Does it feel ok? Do you want me to pull out?” Kris asked, looking a little concerned.

“Oh, god, no… keep it in…” I put my hands on my brother’s butt and pulled him closer to me, just to make the point.

“Ok… do you want me to start fucking…?”

“Yeah…”

“Ok…” Kris began moving slowly, sliding his penis back and forth inside my vagina. He grinned a little. “You feel much better than Darla…”

“Thanks…”

Kris closed his eyes at this point and started fucking me a little harder. He slipped out a couple times but guided himself back into me pretty easily. I was mute with pleasure the whole time! I just couldn’t believe how wonderful this all felt! Sure it was incest, but I REALLY didn’t care right now.

“Oh… oh… Megan…? I’m gonna cum soon…” Kris moaned.

I hadn’t thought about what to do when Kris had his orgasm. There was a lot about this I hadn’t really thought through, but who cared?

When I hadn’t said anything in reply, Kris moaned, “Oh… can I cum in you…?”

“Yeah…” I whispered.

“Oh… ok… oh… oh… OH! Oh, god!” Kris pushed deep inside me and started shaking as his sperm began firing off, filling my vagina. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I could feel his penis twitching as he orgasmed inside me. It was soooo cool!

And just as my brother finished cumming, I started to, my vagina contracting hard around his penis as I began moaning and groaning, lost in a world of pleasure I’d never before experienced as fully as I was now.

As we both came down from our orgasms I looked up at my brother. He grinned down at me. Then we both began to giggle.

“Wow,” Kris said. “I can’t believe we fucked… that was so cool…”

“Yeah.” I squeezed his butt.

“Did I do ok?”

“Best fuck I ever had,” I said with a smile.

Kris laughed. “Yeah, but it was the only fuck you’ve ever had!”

“So?”

“Ok, good point.” Kris backed up, his penis slipping out of my vagina.

I sat up and stretched. “THAT was fun. We gotta do that a lot more.”

“Really?” Kris grinned. “Cool!”

I placed a hand on my brother’s still hard penis and kissed him. “Yeah… summer just got a lot less dull for us.”

“Cool.” He kissed me back. “Can we fuck again?”

“Absolutely.”

Soon I had laid my brother on his back and was straddling his waist, riding his penis to another wonderful orgasm for us both. Then we went to him doing me doggie-style. Then we fucked in his bed. Then in mine. Then in the shower. Then in the kitchen. Then in our parents bed. Then we stopped and got cleaned up.

Then the next day we fucked some more.

After that we fucked.

Then we fucked again.

You get the idea.

Summer was indeed a lot less dull.

END

Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk.

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Plea Bargain

Bi, First Time, Prostitution, Straight, Teens, Tweens |

October 29, 2008

Plea Bargain – Part One
By
Alex Hawk

I sat in the police car, listening to the chatter of the officers, waiting to find out what my fate was going to be. They’d picked me up near Red Square only an hour ago. I’d been working the streets, trying to get Western tourists, usually Germans, to give me money in return for sex. I was a prostitute. It wasn’t the best life for a fourteen-year-old girl, but it did make me some money, which my parents didn’t really have to give me.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked one of the officers. “We’ve been here an hour. You taking me in or what?”

“Quiet down. We’re waiting for someone.”

Grumbling a little I sat back in the old Zil that was being used as a police car these days. It might’ve started life as something else. Now the police were using it for undercover work.

Another car pulled up next to us. A Mercedes. One of the officers got out and began talking to the driver. After a few moments he came over and opened up the door to the backseat of the Zil.

“Go talk with that man,” he said, pointing.

I was beginning to get an inkling of where this was going. Some rich guy wanted a blowjob. Well, if he was willing to pay… I walked over to the car.

“Kommentov, Svetlana,” came the voice from inside.

I leaned down and looked at the man behind the wheel. He was nicely dressed. Probably in his thirties. At least I wouldn’t be sucking an old man’s prick.

“Da,” I replied.

“You wanna make the cops go away? Keep your parents from ever finding out about your line of work?” he asked. He had a light, vaguely St Petersburg accent.

“Of course I do,” I retorted. “What do you want in return?”

“It’s simple. I want to make a movie. I want you to be the star.”

I weighed my options. “What kind of movie?”

“The kind you think it is.”

I figured as much. “With you?”

“No. With some boys. Ages eleven to fifteen. Six of them. Each one fucks you. Each one cums in you. You get to go free.”

I thought about it. It would be a nice change, if nothing else, from getting fucked by old German men. My grandfather had fought in the Great Patriotic War, and I figured he’d be cartwheeling in his grave if he’d known about it.

“Do I have to do all of them at once?”

“You do the first five in a group, then two by themselves and then one last one with three other boys.”

“What do I get in return?”

“The police go away and you get one thousand euros per film.”

Damn. How could I say no? Three thousand euros would last me a very long time.

“Alright. When?”

“Call me tomorrow.” He handed me a card with a cell phone number on it. It said his name was Yuri. “We will make arrangements. If you have any plans to back out, keep in mind I have your address and the police can always just arrest you at your house in front of your family.”

“Alright.”

“Now go home, zaichik,” he said, putting the car into gear and driving off.

* * *

Three days later, I arrived at an address. It was an old, very nice hotel dating from the time of the Czar. The KGB used to let some of it’s people go spend time there when they needed to relax. Now there was no more KGB, no more Soviet Union, but the fine hotel itself, smack in the middle of Moscow, remained.

I went up to room 601 and knocked on the door. I could hear voices, young, male voices mostly, on the other side.

After a moment the door opened, revealing Yuri.

“Ah. Svetlana. Khorosho. Come on in.” He stood aside.

I walked inside the room and looked around. There was a large bed up against one wall. Everything else had been basically pushed aside to make room for the filming. There were a couple lights mounted on stands and two cameras. One of which had a man who looked similar to Yuri operating it. And there were also five boys, all my age or younger from their looks, who were sitting on a couch watching TV. Or at least they had been. Now they were watching me.

“This is my brother, Gregoriy,” he said, pointing to the other man, who nodded at me around some foul Turkish cigarette he was smoking and returned to his work.

“Hello.”

“And these are the boys.” He pointed to each in turn, saying, “This is Stas, he’s fourteen. That’s Ivan, he’s eleven. Those are Felix and Oleg. They’re brothers and Felix is thirteen while Oleg is fourteen. Lastly, that’s Slavik. He’s twelve.”

I nodded at all the boys as they were named and shyly said, “Hello,” to them.

They all nodded and said hello in turn.

“Of them all, Stas is the only one who isn’t a virgin. He’s going to fuck you first to show the other boys what to do.”

I looked at Stas. He had brown hair and a pretty smile. It would be nice to get fucked by a boy my age. “Ok,” I said.

“So!” Yuri clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started. First, why don’t you all strip down to your underwear and go sit on the bed over there,” he said, pointing.

I stripped down to my plain white bra and panties as the boys all got down to their underwear. I sat down at the head of the bed and the boys positioned themselves along it. I let my eyes roam over their nearly naked bodies. They were all really pretty cute. Having them fuck me wouldn’t be too bad, I guessed.
Yuri came around and handed us each a small glass of vodka. We all clinked our glasses together as Gregoriy began to film and then drank it down. I did my best not to grimace. This was NOT the highest quality drink I’d ever had.

As I looked at the boys, Slavik really caught my attention. I knew I knew him from somewhere. Finally it clicked.

“You play on the same hockey team as my brother, don’t you?” I asked him.

Slavik nodded. “Yes. I’m the goalie.”

“Oh, ok.” I remembered attending a couple of Kolya’s games earlier this year and seeing Slavik. Now I was going to be getting fucked by Slavik. What a strange, wonderful thought. For the first time, I started to get into this.

“Ok, let’s get the boys naked,” Yuri said after me and the boys had spent a couple more minutes talking with each other.

Stas led the way for the boys, lifting his hips and pulling his underwear off to show off a very nice, very hard penis. It looked to be about twelve or thirteen centimeters. Once he was naked, the other boys took off their boxers, too, leaving me with five nude boys. Ivan’s penis was, not surprisingly, the smallest. Oleg’s looked to be the biggest, just a bit larger than Stas’. The other boys all fell somewhere in the middle.

Once the boys were all naked, Yuri took his camera, which unlike Gregoriy’s wasn’t mounted on a tripod, and moved over to pan along, showing off all the boys. He had them each speak into the camera, introducing themselves, saying their ages and if they were virgins. The only one to say no to that was Stas.
Yuri turned to me. “Ok, Svetlana. Time to get undressed.”

I stood up and, as the cameras rolled, began to slowly remove my bra and panties. I figured it would be a good idea to do it slowly, so as to tease the viewer. Once I was nude, I sat back down, exposing my shaved vagina for the camera. I’d always kept it shaved. That plus my somewhat smaller breasts made me look younger, and that was something the tourists were willing to pay more for.

“Ok, say your name and your age,” Yuri said to me, repeating what he’d said to the boys.

“My name is Svetlana and I’m fourteen,” I replied.

“You’re not a virgin?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Ok.” He pulled back and panned around and did a few other things photographers do, and then he said to Stas, “Alright, Stas. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready, Svetlana?”

“I am.”

“Ok. Why don’t you lay down and Stas, you show the boys what to do.”

“Ok.” Stas sat up and moved towards me as I laid down on my back and spread my legs. I could feel the eyes of the other boys on us as we positioned ourselves.

Stas got on top of me, and I felt his teenage penis nudge against my vagina. He grinned a little and whispered, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said with a smile.

Yuri moved down onto his knees to get the shot of Stas entering me and once he was ready, he said, “Ok, Stas. Whenever.”

Stas reached between our bodies and rubbed his penis along the slit of my vagina. It felt very good having him rub on me there. Most of the older men simply stuck it in me without bothering to get me ready first.

Once Stas thought I was ready, I felt him push with his hips. I kept my eyes looking up into his as his fourteen-year-old penis glided smoothly into my fourteen-year-old vagina. As soon as he was all the way inside me, he gave me a little kiss and looked back at the other boys.

“See, my friends? This is what you’re going to be doing soon.”

All the other boys stared in amazement and Yuri moved in a little closer with his camera as Stas started moving slowly on top of me. It felt very, very nice feeling his penis sliding around inside me. This was the first time I’d had sex with a boy my own age. I’d lost my virginity to an older boy who was in the army and about to be sent to Chechnya. He’d died down there, and since then I’d only been fucked by old men. Being fucked by a boy like Stas was a nice change.

“That’s good,” Yuri said. “That’s very good. A little faster now, Stas.”

“Ok…” Stas said with a little gasp as he started fucking me faster.

The moan I gave at this point was only partly theatrical. I moved my hands onto Stas’ butt to cup it while he fucked me, enjoying the feeling of a muscular young ass moving during intercourse. Yeah, this was much better than German sausage.

Stas was really getting into it, moaning and gasping with pleasure as he fucked me. Then, suddenly, his whole body stiffened and he pushed into me as I felt his penis start releasing it’s load of sperm into my vagina. I briefly wondered about pregnancy. I wasn’t on the Pill or anything like that, and I’d always made the men who fucked me use condoms. Oh, well. If I had a baby, I had a baby. Given what I’d learned of Yuri, he’d probably pay to see me give birth.

Once Stas was done cumming, he gave me a little kiss and then slipped out of me and moved aside as Yuri zoomed in to focus on the small amount of sperm leaking from my vagina.

“Very nice,” Yuri said with a nod. “You’ve done well, both of you.”

“Thanks,” Stas gasped out.

Yuri turned to Oleg. “You ready?”

“Oh, yes.” Oleg’s penis quivered with anticipation.

Yuri and Gregoriy adjusted their cameras and Yuri said to Oleg, “Ok. Get on top of her, but don’t try anything yet.”

“Alright.” Oleg got onto me, his penis brushing against my recently fucked vagina.

“Now, Svetlana. You reach down and guide him into you, ok?”

“Alright.”

“When you’re ready.”

I took Oleg’s penis in my hand and lined it up with my vagina. Then I looked up at his cute, nervous, hairless young face and said, “Push.”

Oleg nodded and then got an incredibly passionate, blissful look on his face as he slipped his hard, fourteen-year-old virgin penis into my welcoming fourteen-year-old vagina. He was only the second virgin I’d had, aside from the boy I’d lost my cherry to. I really got off on how happy he looked as he entered me.

“Bohze moi…” he gasped.”It’s better than I ever thought…”

I reached up and ran a hand through Oleg’s hair as my other hand reached down to cup his butt. “Start moving,” I whispered.

Slowly Oleg began thrusting, sliding his penis in and out of me. He slipped out a couple times, and I guided him back inside. After the third time of me doing that, I wrapped my legs around him to keep him in me where he belonged.

I knew Oleg wouldn’t last too long, given that this was his first fuck. He didn’t disappoint there. He started slamming into me with short, rabbit thrusts, and then let out a moan of total passion as his spasming penis added his supply of sperm to that of Stas. For me, I wasn’t anywhere near climax, but at least I’d gotten closer with Stas and Oleg than I did with any of the old German fucks.

After Oleg was done cumming, Yuri had him get off me and zoomed in for another shot of my vagina, more sperm leaking out. I felt kind of exposed with these shots, but it wasn’t that big of a deal, I guessed. I mean, I was getting fucked on video. I couldn’t complain.

Yuri turned off the camera for a moment and said, “Go clean yourself up real quick.” He pointed to the bathroom.

“Alright.” I got up and moved towards the bathroom, using some toilet paper to clean up with. Once I was done, I came back to the room to find Felix laying where his brother had been. The other two boys that were left, Ivan and Slavik, were still sitting at the end of the large bed.

“Why don’t you give Felix a short hand job?”

“Ok,” I said, knowing the difference between a suggestion and an order. I got onto the bed next to Felix and took his cute penis in my hand, stroking it slowly.

“Now kiss,” Yuri said.

Felix and I exchanged kisses with each other as I masturbated him. When Yuri suggested a quick blowjob, I leaned my face down and made sure the camera caught a few shots of me with Felix’s penis moving around inside my mouth.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yuri said. “Get on your back, Svetlana.”

Sighing slightly, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Felix got into position and looked over at Yuri.

Yuri nodded and said, “Go for it.”

Holding his body up much more than the other two boys, Felix took his erection in his hand and lined himself up, getting to the right place on the first try. He began pushing forward, and the wonderful feeling of his thirteen-year-old virgin penis finding its way into my fourteen-year-old vagina swept through my body.
“Ooooo…” he said, closing his eyes as he entered me.”Oh… wow…”

I simply laid back and reached down to play with my clitoris as I watched Felix’s naked body moving between my legs. He was obviously having a great time inside me. Not that I blamed him. I’m sure that if I were a boy, I’d have been quite happy there, too.

Felix managed to last a little longer than his older brother. He fucked me for a good four minutes before he began gasping, moaning, and climaxing inside me, adding his sperm to the massive numbers already swimming around inside my body. It was a heavenly sensation for me.

After he was done cumming, and before he pulled out, Felix leaned down, gave me a little kiss, and then said, “Thank you.”

Taken aback by the unexpected politeness, I replied, “You’re welcome,” and squeezed my vagina around his teenage penis. He grinned and pulled out as Yuri took the close-up shots of leaking sperm.

“Alright, Slavik’s turn,” said Yuri, ever the romantic. Felix got off me and moved over to sit next to Stas and Oleg as Slavik started to get between my legs. Yuri stopped him, saying, “No, wait a second.”

“What?” Slavik asked, looking over at him.

“Svetlana, stand on the floor, lean forward and start blowing Ivan. Then Slavik can enter you from behind.”

“Uh… ok.” I sat up and moved over. I got in front of Ivan, bent over, and slipped my lips down around his completely hairless preteen penis. He let out a little whimper as his body tensed.

“Do you see where to go in?” Yuri asked Slavik.

“I think so.”

“Alright.”

I felt Slavik move in behind me and could feel his penis poking around. It took him a couple tries before he was in the right place.

“Here?” he asked.

“There,” Yuri said.

Slavik pushed with his hips and I closed my eyes as his twelve-year-old virgin penis entered my fourteen-year-
old vagina. My third virgin of the day. I was on a roll!

“Ah…” he breathed out as he pushed home.

“Now put your hands on her hips and fuck her, but be careful not to slip out.”

“Alright.” Slavik put one hand on each of my hips and began moving very slowly, very carefully, sliding his preteen penis around inside my teenage vagina. It certainly wasn’t the best fuck I’d ever had, I didn’t really like doggie-style that much, but it was nice.

Soon the pace of his thrusts was increasing and despite being careful, Slavik did slip out of me a couple times. Thankfully, he was able to get back into me on his own. I heard him breathing hard and I knew it wouldn’t be long before… yes… there… his penis began kicking inside me and I felt a couple weak pulses of sperm splash into my body. I let out a little moan of pleasure around Ivan’s small erection. If this kept up too much longer, I’d be cumming myself.

“You ready for Ivan now?” Yuri asked after everything with Slavik was done.

“Yeah. How do you want me?”

“Missionary will do fine.”

“Ok.” I laid on my back and gestured towards Ivan. “Come on.”

Ivan, moving very uncertainly, got on top of me. There was no way there’d be any sperm from a boy this young, I thought. Still maybe his fucking would be enough to get me off. I reached down, took his penis in hand, lined him up and said, “Go ahead.”

“Ok, Svetlana,” Ivan said in a very high pitched voice. He pushed and very, very easily got his completely hairless eleven-year-old virgin penis into my fourteen-
year-old vagina. No sooner was he entirely inside me before he suddenly said, “Oh… oh… oh, god!” and then began shuddering on top of me. I felt him twitching inside my body and knew what was happening. It was all I could do not to laugh.

“Ivan!” Yuri said, sounding ticked. “Did you just cum?!”

“Ah… oh… oh… yes… oh… yeah… I did…” He looked up at Yuri, his penis still inside me. “Sorry, Yuri.”

The other boys all burst out laughing, as did I. Moments later both Yuri and Ivan joined in. Gregoriy might as well have been in his own universe.

Once Ivan pulled out of me, I said to Yuri, “Can I have Stas fuck me again? I was really close to cumming.”

“Sure, if he’s ready. Stas?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.” Stas stood up, his penis hard.

“Alright.”

Stas got on top of me again, and easily slid his penis back into my vagina. I moaned and wrapped myself around his naked, muscular body as he began fucking me, the shaft of his erection seriously stimulating my clitoris with each pass. It didn’t take more than about five minutes before I began to moan, claw at his back, and climax, losing myself in the tide of pleasure that washed over me. Stas joined me a few moments later, adding yet another deposit of sperm to what was already there.

Throughout the rest of the day, I got fucked by each boy several more times. By the time we were done we were all well and truly fucked out. Yuri got the boys dressed, gave them each fifty euros and sent them on their way. As I was getting dressed he came up to me.

“That was very, very well done, Svetlana.”

“Thanks. My money?”

He counted out ten one-hundred euro bills and handed them to me. “One week from today you’ll be doing Rostik and Roma,” he said.

“Who are they?”

“A pair of twin brothers. Both thirteen. Both virgins. You’ll like them.”

“Alright. Then only one more vid after that and the charges go away?”

“Da. That is what we agreed.”

“Ok. Thank you, Yuri. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Svetlana.”

And I left the room, catching the train to take me home.

END PART ONE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk. Trov yu mat!
So this, obviously, is a story set in Moscow, Russia. I’ve been there once. I stayed in the hotel described, but I can’t remember the name for the life of me. I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually. Meantime, any screw ups on the Russian language are entirely my fault. Forgive.
There should be two more parts to this story. I hope you all like them! And for any critics who hate my “x age penis entering x age vagina” routine, I say, “Hey. It’s a fetish. Fuckin’ deal with it.”
I’m getting a website set up on asstr.org. I’ll make sure to keep publishing with Kristen, but I’ll also be putting up special stories and things on my own site (like a guide on how to seduce your sibling). There will also be other things on the site. I’m planning of setting up my own site off of asstr.org as well. I don’t know yet what it’ll be called or anything, but it should be nice.

As usual, I’m still hoping to hear from people who want to tell me about how they lost their virginities or stories about consensual incest. I’d also love to see pictures of cute boys or girls (naked is fine, but they have to be legal, so no sex). And I’d LOVE to see CGI pictures or drawings of what you artist types out there think the characters in my stories look like. The best ones will be put up on the site!
Lastly, if anyone knows of any sites that feature CGI pics or drawings with content along the lines of the stories I like (places like actualincest.com), then please email me to let me know!
That’s all for now. I hope to hear from you folks soon about this story!

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Screwing at School – Part 1

First Time, Straight, Teens, Tweens |

November 20, 2008

Screwing at School – Part 1
By
Alex Hawk

Blayn and I were sitting across from each other in our school cafeteria. He was twelve and I was eleven and we’d gotten to be good friends during the last couple months. Even though he was a few months older than me, he was in the same grade. He’d been sick a lot when he was a kid and had missed some school.

“So what did you think about the movie, Eliza?” he asked around a mouthful of pizza.

I chewed on my food and thought about the question. “It was interesting,” I admitted. As part of our health class we’d been made to watch a movie all about puberty and what it did to both boys and girls. It was strange. “What did you think?”

“I thought it was pretty cool. I don’t know why everyone makes such a big deal about sex, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like sex is anything big, you know?”

I picked a little at my food. “Everyone says it is.”

“Yeah. But, I mean, how big of a deal can it really be? I mean aside from making babies, what makes it so important?”

Blayn had me there. I thought about it and shrugged. “Everyone says it feels good.”

“It can’t feel THAT good,” Blayn replied. “If it was as good as everyone says, there’d be about twenty zillion people on this planet and everyone would spend all day screwing.”

“Yeah. Maybe you’re right.” The film had indeed left a lot of unanswered questions in my mind. Questions like why people made such a big deal about sex were one of them.

“You haven’t had sex, have you, Eliza?”

I blinked. “No, of course not. Have you?”

“No.”

“I wonder what it’s like.”

Blayn shrugged. “Well, like you said, everyone says it’s really cool, apparently.”

“Yeah.”

Blayn got a thoughtful expression on his face. He looked at his watch and said, “Hmmm…”

“What?”

“I was just thinking about something.”

“What?”

“Well… ok, this is gonna sound really, really weird, so stay with me, ok?”

“Ok.”

“You wanna know why sex is such a big deal and so do I. So… why don’t we have sex?”

I gave him a look. “You and me?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Cause I might get pregnant.”

“I bet you won’t. Cause you have to have, you know, periods, in order to get pregnant. Do you have them yet?”

“No,” I said slowly.

“And I’m not making sperm yet. At least I don’t think I am. So since you can’t get pregnant, why don’t we try doing it with each other? Then we’ll know what all the fuss is about.”

I opened my mouth to object again and then shut it slowly. Blayn made some good points. I mean, aside from getting pregnant, I couldn’t think of any real reason not to have sex. And if Blayn was right, I couldn’t get pregnant and he couldn’t get me pregnant. So that meant that my only real objection didn’t mean much of anything.

“Hmmm…” I said.

“So what do you think?”

“I don’t know. It does sound interesting, I’ll admit,” I replied.

“Well, so… why don’t we try it?”

I thought some more. “You wouldn’t tell anyone we did it, would you?”

“No. Would you tell anyone?”

“No.”

The thought of having sex with Blayn was really appealing, actually. I DID want to know what it was like and Blayn was a nice boy. If I was to do it with anyone, I should do it with him. If it felt really good, then it’d be something new my friend and I could do a lot. If it wasn’t all that great, then at least I would have learned about how not great it was from a friend of mine. Either way, it was a win for both of us.

“Ok,” I said abruptly, feeling an odd tingle between my legs.

Blayn blinked and then grinned. “You’ll do it with me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Cool!” He was getting very excited. “Look… we got about twenty minutes before lunch is over, right?”

“Right. And?”

“Well… I was thinking…”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t we go do it right now?”

“Right now?” I said. “You mean during lunch?”

“Yeah. We can sneak into the boy’s locker room and do it in there.”

“I don’t know, Blayn. I really don’t want to get caught doing it here.”

“Look, we won’t get caught. Everyone else is at lunch. If we sneak into the locker room we can have sex there and no one will ever know about it.”

I squirmed a little. “Yeah. But still. I mean… in the boy’s locker room?”

“It’s one place that’s not being used at all right now.”

“True.”

“So, come on! We’ve still got about seventeen minutes.”

Seventeen minutes to have sex. With a suddenness than surprised even me, I put down my lunch and said, “Ok, let’s go do it!”
Blayn’s face broke into a happy smile. “Cool!”

We quickly dumped our lunch trays and made our way through the halls to the boy’s locker room. It was located fairly close to the cafeteria so we made it there with good time. Once we were inside, Blayn informed me that we had fifteen minutes left.

I looked around the room. It looked pretty much the same as the girl’s locker room. There were lockers, there were benches, there were showers, there were towels, everything. From the look of it, no different than the girl’s.

Except that this was where I was about to have sex for the first time.

A tingle of excitement went through me at that thought. Looking at Blayn I said, “So how do you wanna do this?”

Blayn grabbed a couple towels and set them on the floor. “You have to be on your back and I get on top of you and stick my dick in you and move it around. You can lie on the towels here. It’ll be more comfortable that way.”

“How nice of you to think of me,” I muttered as I lay down on the towels. Comfort was not really an option, it seemed.

“No, no,” Blayn said. “You gotta take off your clothes.”

“My clothes?”

“Yeah, how else will we do it?”

“Oh.” I thought about it. “Alright, but I don’t wanna be all the way naked. I’ll leave my shirt on, ok?”

“Ok, ok, just hurry. We only got thirteen minutes left.”

“I know.” I wiggled out of my pants and after just a moment’s hesitation took off my panties as well and laid back, my vagina exposed to a boy for the first time. I felt a little shy, but not too much. The idea that I was about to do something so adult as have sex was overwhelming everything else.

Blayn just looked at it in awe. “Wow… so that’s what it looks like.”

“Yeah.” I looked up at him. “Are you going to take off your pants, too?”

“Oh, right.” Blayn rather awkwardly got out of his jeans and then pulled down his underwear. Up into view popped his penis, the first I’d ever seen. It looked to be only about three inches long. Maybe a little bigger. The idea of something like that going into me was still a little daunting, though.

“Ok,” Blayn said, looking between my legs. “Uh… where’s the hole?”

“What hole?”

“You know. The hole where my dick is supposed to go?”

“Uh…” I looked down at myself, not really sure. I wasn’t about to admit that to Blayn, though. “Right here,” I said, pointing vaguely. “Now hurry, we can’t have to much time left.”

“Ok.” Blayn put one arm on each side of my body. He moved forward until I felt his penis brush against my vagina. He looked at me and grinned a little awkwardly. “Well… here goes.”

“Yeah,” I replied, bracing myself.

Blayn flexed his body and I felt his penis push against my vagina. He pushed for several seconds and then relaxed.

“Nothing’s happening. Felt kinda nice, though.”

“Yeah.” It had felt nice, that was for sure.

“Let’s try again.”

“Ok.”

Blayn moved and wiggled on top of me for about two minutes, but nothing seemed to be happening. The pressure of his penis rubbing against me really felt nice, though.

“Blayn,” I said, looking over my would-be lover’s shoulder. “We’ve only got about eight minutes left.”

“I know, I know!” he said, sounding a little panicked. “Just let me try something else, ok?”

“Ok.”

Blayn sat up and took his penis in his hand. Looking down at me he said, “Spread your legs as wide as you can, ok?”

“Ok.” I did so.”

Blayn moved forward a little and the tip of his penis brushed against me. I felt him probe around for a bit and then felt a really odd sensation. Blayn must’ve felt it too because he froze and blinked.

“I think this might be the place,” he said in a hushed tone.

“I think you’re right,” was all I could say.

Blayn steadied himself and pushed against me. At first I didn’t feel anything, but then I experienced the strangest sensation as SOMETHING began entering my body.

“Oh, wow,” Blayn whispered. “Wow, this must be the right place.”

“Yeah,” I whispered back.

Blayn adjusted himself on top of me and then pushed again. There was a faint, almost painful pressure between my legs and then with a sudden rush I felt him push all the way into me, every bit of my friend’s twelve-year-old virgin penis sliding into my tight eleven-year-old virgin vagina. When he couldn’t push anymore, he stopped and looked down at me.

“Oh, wow, Eliza… I really got it in you!”

“Yeah, I know,” I managed to say.

“Oh… god, this feels good,” he whispered, holding himself above me.

“Yeah…”

“I’m gonna try moving… that’s what you’re supposed to do… move it in and out…” he whispered as he started doing so. The sensation of Blayn’s hard penis moving inside my preteen vagina was really amazing! I’d never experienced anything like it, and was damn happy to be experiencing it right now.

As Blayn began fucking me harder, my shirt began riding up my body. He looked down at my still flat chest and then leaned down and kissed one of my nipples. A little tremor of delight went through my body at the contact.

“Oh… I liked that…” I whispered.

“Cool,” Blayn said as he did it again.

Now his movements on top of me were beginning to really speed up. The faster he went the better it felt for me. Almost on instinct I wrapped my legs around his thrusting preteen body as he fucked me harder and faster.

Then, suddenly, Blayn’s eyes crossed. He let out a sound between a grunt and a whimper and pushed hard and deep into me. I felt his penis start kicking around inside my vagina. I didn’t know why it was happening, but I knew it felt really good for me, and presumably for him, too.

Blayn stopped moving after that. He simply held himself over me, breathing hard and looking down at my face.

“I’m sorry… it just felt… too good… I can’t… go on…”

Almost on cue the bell suddenly rang. Both Blayn and I looked at the clock.

“Shit! We gotta get outta here!” he said. Quickly he sat up, his penis sliding out of me. There was a tiny bit of red on his penis and when I looked down, saw a small bit on the towel. I didn’t mention it to Blayn, just quickly got dressed and got out of there.

When Blayn and I were nearly to our class rooms, he said, “Well… I guess we know what the big deal is about.”

“Yeah.” I smiled at him. “I really liked it.”

“Me, too.”

“You wanna do it again tomorrow?”

“Sure!”

“Cool.” I smiled at him and gave a little wave as I went into my class.

END PART ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. I’ve run out of witty one-
liners to put here. Make up your own damn jokes.

So there’s part one. Part two will be along shortly. This is only going to be a two-part series. I hope you all enjoyed this one.
Got an interesting and TRUE first time or consenting incest story? Please send them to me! I might turn them into one of my stories! I’m also always looking for pictures of cute boys and girls, the less clothes the better! Refer to www.boblamb.com for the sort of things I’m after. Sometimes I get inspiration from these sorts of pics! Keep it legal, of course.
Also I’d REALLY like to see what sort of artists you all can be! Think you got the chops to illustrate one of my stories? Send along some samples and we’ll see what we can do! Either 3D CGI pics, hentai style drawings or just standard drawings are more than welcome.
And in case you’re curious, this story was actually inspired by a bit of hentai I downloaded off www.actualincest.com . Just looking at the picture was enough to make me come up with the entire storyline. THAT’S why it’s a good idea for those of you who like my stories to help me by providing me with good stuff to look at. ^_^

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Five

Incest, Oral, Straight, Teens, Tweens |

October 16, 2008

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

The next morning Cassie and I got up early, checked out of the hotel room and got on a bus heading out. We didn’t really talk all that much. It was a little awkward, actually. Waking up the next morning after having had sex with your sibling could be uncomfortable.

All through the ride on the bus, I kept experiencing a lot of conflicting feelings. I felt guilt over what we’d done. I felt really excited by what we’d done. I felt lots of things, and through it all I kept having the image of my father laughing at us.

We eventually rolled into Albuquerque at a fairly late hour. We didn’t have the chance to get any food or anything, we just beelined straight for a flophouse motel not far from the bus station. It wasn’t much, but it was shelter.

Once we settled in, each on separate beds, I turned on the TV to see if there was anything good on before we went to sleep. Nothing but the Tonight Show. Well, that was ok. I sat back to watch.

“Hunter?” Cassie asked from her bed.

“Yeah?” I grunted.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been really quiet all day.”

I shook my head. “I’m just kind of tired.”

“Don’t lie to me, Hunter, please,” she said softly.

“I’m not lying,” I lied.

“You’re bugged by how we made love last night.”

“I… well, maybe a little,” I confessed.

“But why? I told you it was ok.”

“I know,” I mumbled. “But we’re brother and sister. We’re not supposed to do that sort of thing.”

“So what? Dad wasn’t supposed to hit us all the time. He wasn’t supposed to try… to try to rape me… you weren’t supposed to kill him. What does it matter now?”

“It just does.”

“I loved having you inside me, Hunter,” she said after a few moments of quiet. “I’ve never felt so loved and protected before.”

I shifted awkwardly, trying to ignore my throbbing penis. I didn’t say anything.

“I want to feel that again, Hunter. Please?” she stood up and moved over to sit on the edge of my bed.

“Cassie… I want to, too, but we can’t.”

“Why? We both want to. It feels good.” She smiled faintly. “It’s better than just watching staticy television all night.”

I smiled back, despite myself. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Please?”

I sighed. “Ok, but look, Cassie. If we do it tonight, we can’t ever do it ever again, ok? Just this one last time, alright?”

“Alright.”

“Ok.” I sat up and started undressing. Cassie began doing the same, and soon we were both naked, laying back together, side-by-side on my bed.

My sister smiled at me. “You look so cute when you’re naked, Hunter.”

“So do you,” I said with a smile of my own.

“Do you want to get on top again?”

“Ok.”

Cassie laid back and spread her legs as I got between them, looking down at her vagina. God, it was beautiful. My penis twitched with anticipation as I looked at my target. I knew this was wrong, so very wrong, but I wanted it as much as she did.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I scooted forward and touched the tip of my penis against my sister’s vagina. I poked around a little until I found that wonderful wet spot and slowly pushed, watching as I sank my teenage erection all the way into her tight, pre-teen body.

Once I was all the way inside Cassie’s vagina, I let out a sigh of pleasure and lay down on top of her, feeling her breasts against my chest as I started slowly moving within her body. As we began fucking, I started to understand what she’d been talking about earlier. I felt very loved by being so physically close to her. Knowing that she needed me, that she wanted me, that she cared about me. It was really incredible.

“Oh, Hunter,” Cassie whispered. “Please… please say we can do this again…”

I knew it was wrong. I knew it was incest. But she was right. We’d already broken so many rules. And I’d killed our father for her. How could I ever deny her anything she wanted after that?

“Yes, Cassie… all the time… always… forever…”

She leaned her face up and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I started kissing back and began thrusting ever faster into her, feeling my orgasm build as I made love to my wonderful, sweet, magnificent little sister.

“Oh… oh, Cassie… here I go…” I whispered, and closed my eyes, tensing my body as the orgasm took hold, my sperm blowing out of my penis and into my sister’s vagina. It was pleasure beyond all reason and sanity. It was nothing but pure bliss going straight from my genitals to my brain. It was heaven.

When I was done cumming, I rolled off Cassie and laid there with my arms around her body. We didn’t say anything further, but nothing further needed to be said. We just held each other until the night took us and we drifted off to sleep.

END CHAPTER FIVE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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