Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 15:04:16 +0800
From: Teddy Severe <t.s.severe@gmail.com>
Subject: Twenty-Five Pairs by T.S. Severe MF/tg, MF/TG, SciFi, Rom, First, Oral, Anal

Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Chapter Nine
Fredericksburg, Virginia 2012



    I woke up slowly, without moving or opening my eyes. It was like
falling out of nothing and I felt someone touching me. Playing with my
breasts as I lay on the sofa. I'd been watching a movie with Dana and
Ronnie and I guess I'd fallen asleep, and now...

    "What are you doing?" I asked softly and Ronald was touching me.

    He jerked and his eyes went wide. The young man pulled his hand out
from under my t-shirt and the television was still on. Dana was sleeping
nearby, on the big love seat, and the house was quiet except for John Wayne
talking to someone, but I could barely hear him. The rest of the world was
turned way down.

    "I'm sorry." Ronald said. "Sorry."

    "Did you get a good feel?" I asked him and I was a little pissed, as
any girl would be.

    Ron didn't say anything; he just sat there on the floor next to me with
his head down, biting his bottom lip. He'd been at the farm for two weeks
already and I still didn't know what was going on with him. Neither did
Dana, or anyone else for that matter. The guy was kind of strange, not in
any obvious way, but more like he wasn't really a part of anything. He was
outside all the time and looking in, and usually I felt kind of sorry for
him, but now I was a little mad.

    "Answer me." I said a little louder.

    "I'm sorry." He repeated.

    "You said that." I frowned at him and then I got up and shook Dana
awake.

    "What?" She blinked at me in annoyance.

    "Come on, time for bed." I told her, looking pointedly at Ronald just
to let him know I wasn't gonna leave my friend down there alone so he could
molest her too.

    I got Dana in her bed and then I went to mine and went to sleep.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Where's Ronnie?" Dana was waking me up.

    "What?" I blinked in the too bright sunshine coming through my window.

    "Where's Ronnie? He's not here." Dana looked around my room like the
guy might be hiding under my bed or something.

    "How should I know?" I fell back on my pillow. "I was sleepin'."

    "He wasn't." Dana said.

    "What do you mean?" I sighed, rolling over and pulling the pillow over
my head.

    "His bed's still made!"

    "So?"

    "So, he never makes his bed." Dana was pushing me. "Maybe he ran away
or something."

    "He's almost twenty, Dana." I groaned. "He can run away if he wants
to."

    "Help me look for him!" Dana pulled my pillow and I tried to hold it.

    "God!" I gave up. "Why do you love that guy?"

    "I don't." Dana said. "I just like him a lot. Come on. Please?"

    "Yeah, yeah." I frowned, getting out of bed and my dick was hard as a
rock cause I had to pee. "Stupid dick."

    "Does that hurt?" Dana giggled, momentarily forgetting all about Ronnie
and his big trouble as she saw about eight inches of hard cock sticking out
the leg band of my panties.

    "Get outta here!" I frowned at her.

    "God!" Dana rolled her eyes, but at least she left.

    I threw on some jeans, socks and sneakers, a fleece pullover that I
liked, pink with the big baby blue CK logo on it; although I always thought
companies should pay me to advertise their crap. It was seriously cute and
comfortable. I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair, which was pretty long
and seriously light after the hot summer, like white gold sorta. I was
taking my time and Dana was getting more hyper by the minute.

    "Jen! Hurry up! Jenny!" She was yelling for me and her parents were
yelling at her and it was all stupid.

    Then I wondered if maybe the guy hadn't run away, or maybe worse. Would
a boy kill himself just because he got caught feeling up a sleeping girl? I
wouldn't think so normally, but Ron wasn't exactly normal either. None of
us were and I blinked at myself in the mirror wondering if this wasn't a
funny farm. Was I crazy too? It seemed like it sometimes, especially
because I wasn't like anyone else.

    I looked at my pills, which I'd already taken, and I knew what they
were. Hormones, progesterone boosters mostly, because my body, being a
little weird like it was, was making too much prolactin in my pituitary
gland, so I was making milk in my breasts...Or I had been, until my
doctors, and there were three of them, had figured out why. My mom would
have known before it even happened, but that was why she'd been the best in
her field and those three quacks merely muddled along. It was why I was
working so hard at understanding genetics. I didn't really trust anyone
else. It was my body and I'd decided that I'd have to be the one taking
care of it.

    I wasn't there yet, of course, but soon I'd be almost as good a doctor
as my mom. Maybe.

    My shot, the injection I took, was basically estrogen. I didn't have
any ovaries but I still needed that stuff since I was a girl. I'd had to
take a lot of it before, daily when I hit puberty, and then mom had
decreased it gradually. Now at just fifteen, I took a shot every 72 hours
and that was probably a little more than I needed, although the doctors
disagreed with me. Eventually though I'd be down to taking a booster just
once or twice a month, I was looking forward to that. It was what my mom
had told me, all her predictions for my future, and so far mom had been
pretty right.

    She'd been right about my tits and I had perfect B cups already. By the
time I hit sixteen they'd be C cups for sure. The best boobs in school, mom
had promised, but now I was in a class of one, so...Yeah. That was kinda
cheating. Still, I didn't look fifteen. I looked more like seventeen, or
maybe even eighteen. I was five foot nine and a hundred eleven pounds, my
waist was twenty inches, my hips thirty-two, my boobs 34B cups now. I had
an eight inch cock and size six feet. I was a woman already and I'd worried
a little that maybe my thyroid was messed up or something, but everything
seemed fine and the doctors were happy. Mr. Fox was happy. I was happy.

    I just wished my mom was there to be happy. Her and my dad both; they'd
have been pretty proud of me.

    Thinking about my mom made me think about Ron. He'd lost his parents
too, which was what we had in common, obviously. That and the fact that he
was in love with me, which was hardly unusual. It wasn't love anyway, just
lust because he was a boy and I couldn't control my body. When I was
excited, the chemicals were released, it wasn't my fault. Or his. I frowned
at myself in the mirror. I shouldn't have gotten mad at him for feeling my
tits, or maybe I shoulda, but I could have talked to him, or
something. What if he did something really stupid?

    Boys were so dumb!

    "Where's Dana?" I asked her dad and Karl rolled his eyes.

    "She took off on Calico, out towards the pond." He told me. "I told her
the boy'll be back."

    "Yeah." I shrugged. "She's a little excited."

    "That girl needs a pill or something." Karl chuckled. "You're going to
look for him too?"

    "I guess." I made a face. "Dana won't forgive me if I don't help."

    "Heh." He chuckled at that. "Not for five minutes anyway."

    "I'm gonna take Roscoe, okay?" I asked, meaning one of the horses. "Go
towards the woods maybe, I dunno."

    "Nice day for it anyway." Karl nodded. "You can saddle him up?"

    "Oh yeah." I nodded and after living there a year I was pretty good
around the horses.

    Karl went back to working on a rocking chair for his wife, an antique,
or so he said, that he was stripping and gonna refinish. He was a handyman,
a real one, and that was why he was looking after the house. That and he
was some ex-East German Staazi guy, like a spy who'd defected before the
Wall came down. At least that's what Dana had told me, so who knows? He had
the accent anyway.

    I was in the barn, grunting as I lifted a saddle for Roscoe, when I
realized I wasn't alone.

    "Hey." Ronald was in the loft, looking down at me.

    "Hi." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Dana's going crazy looking for you."

    "I know." He frowned. "Sorry about that."

    "You say that a lot." I smiled, feeling glad he was okay.

    "I didn't want to see her though." Ronald said.

    "Why?"

    "I want to see you."

    "Ronald, last night...I'm sorry, okay?" I sighed. "I just didn't...I
don't know."

    "Yeah, that's okay." He nodded. "You shoulda been mad about that."

    I started climbing up the ladder to join him.

    "I don't know why I did it." He said softly. "Well, I do know. I mean,
you're really beautiful, Jen."

    "Am I?" I grinned at Ron as I came over the side of the loft. It was
full of fresh bales of hay, some of it still green and soft, and my nose
itched at the smell of it.

    "Yeah." He swallowed hard and moved back, into kind of a cozy spot he'd
made. "I never saw a girl like you before."

    "And you never will again." I giggled as he reminded me of Josh the
first time we'd kissed. It was making me warm.

    "I know you don't like me, but..."

    "I like you." I said, sitting down next to him. "I just don't like
being touched when I'm sleeping."

    "Yeah." Ronald nodded and looked down.

    "What's wrong?" I asked him. "You're like the saddest guy I ever met."

    "I'm sorry."

    "And stop saying that, okay?" I rocked a little, nudging him with my
shoulder. "I'm kinda tired of it."

    "Uh...Okay." Ron swallowed hard.

    "You ever see a shrink or anything?" I asked him.

    "Me? No." He shook his head. "Why?"

    "I did." I told him. "After my parents died, when I first got here, I
had to see one every week."

    "You did?"

    "Yeah." I nodded. "I was like kinda crazy, you know? I didn't eat or
talk to anybody. My parents were dead, my boyfriend was a zillion miles
away. It was pretty messed up."

    "Did it help?"

    "Yeah, I think so." I shrugged. "I'm okay now, I guess. Not like I was
before. God! I was so happy before."

    "I wasn't ever happy." Ronald sighed.

    "You should talk to someone about it." I said. "Even if it's just me,
you know?"

    "Ah..." He smiled and shook his head.

    "What?" I looked at him. "I'm not gonna get mad or anything, you
know. It helps, I swear."

    "I don't know." Ronnie glanced at me. "I really just want to make you
like me."

    "I do like you." I bumped him again. "I told you that."

    "Yeah, but maybe you won't if..."

    "If what?" I made a face. "You tell me something bad? You don't have to
tell me anything, that's the cool part. You can talk about baseball, it
doesn't matter."

    "You like baseball?" He looked at me with some interest and I laughed.

    "No." I shook my head.

    "Oh." He frowned. "I do."

    "Well, okay. Why do you like baseball?" I asked him. "Maybe you can get
me into it."

    "It's not random." Ron told me. "That's what I like. No luck involved."

    "Not random?" I giggled. "It's sports, come on. It's all random."

    "No. See there's no clock for one thing. There's not even a coin
toss. Everybody gets the same number of players, there's no power plays or
anything. Every team gets the same at bats, the same outs. It's totally
fair. There's no sudden death in baseball."

    "No cheerleaders either." I laughed. "Yeah, that's a good thing."

    "Yeah." Ron grinned at me. "Maybe. Still mascots though."

    "It looks boring though." I sighed. "I mean a guy throws a ball and
everybody's just standing around waiting all the time."

    "No, no...They're not standing around." Ron smiled. "Every pitch, every
player is doing something. It's really complicated."

    "Come on." I laughed. "I've seen those guys scratching their butts on
TV."

    "No, I'm serious. They have to be in the right place, anticipate what's
going to happen. They have to be thinking the whole time, if this happens,
you know, I gotta do this. If something else happens, I gotta do the other
thing. Just moving one guy ten feet changes the whole thing, for both
teams."

    "I dunno." I shook my head. "It doesn't seem that complicated to me."

    "You should go to a game." Ron decided.

    "Go to a baseball game?" I giggled. "Will you buy me a hotdog?"

    "Oh yeah!" He grinned at me. "I'll get you two."

    "Heh." I nodded. "Okay, we'll go to an Orioles game, how about that?"

    "I wish." Ronald sighed.

    "Wish?" I looked at him. "I got a car!"

    "What?" He looked at me.

    "I got a driver too, I swear." I laughed. "All I gotta do is call and
say I have to go to school. Shoot, once we're in Baltimore we can do
whatever we want."

    "Mr. Fox doesn't get mad?" Ron blinked at me.

    "What?" I looked at him. "You're the one with the leather jacket! Come
on, you're supposed to be talkin' me into this stuff."

    "Oh." He smiled at me and I smiled back and I was liking sitting next
to him.

    I was liking it a lot suddenly and his eyes were a nice shade of hazel,
light brown with gold in it, just like my dad's, and he was handsome. Not
really manly, but definitely a guy and his body was firm without being big,
just healthy and wiry strong maybe. Not like Josh, Ron was different, but
nice just the same and my boyfriend was a long ways away and I missed
him. I missed touching a man and being touched, and Ronnie was looking at
me.

    His lips were soft and I couldn't say which of us was more surprised. I
sat back blinking rapidly and Ronnie licked his lips, turning a little
red. He stared at me and then looked away and I was warm all over.

    "Was that your first kiss?" I asked him.

    "You could tell, huh?" He shrugged. "Sorry, I just..."

    "I told you not to say that anymore." I sighed and I was pulling him to
me, feeling like I was the boy for some weird reason.

    Maybe because he was so innocent. Maybe because my cock was aching in
my panties now. Whatever the reason, we didn't care. I licked between his
lips, urging him with the tip of my tongue to open up and he did, slowly
and sweetly and I slipped my tongue into Ron's warm mouth slowly. I was
sliding down too, we both were, not sitting up anymore, but laying down on
the itchy straw of that hayloft. We were on our sides facing each other and
kissing gently. He was learning while we did it, figuring it out, and I was
smiling in between our kisses, looking into his eyes and telling him it was
okay.

    After about fifteen minutes I felt Ronnie's hand moving to my breasts,
slowly, as if I might stop him. I moaned softly as I felt his first
tentative touch through the fleece. I kissed him again and his hand grew
bolder, giving me a little squeeze and then a harder one. I made soft
sounds of approval and arched my back, pressing my full tit more fully to
his palm.

    "Put your hand inside." I whispered. "Underneath."

    "Are you sure?" Ron asked, probably remembering what had happened the
last time he'd had a hand underneath my shirt.

    "Yeah, feel me." I nodded. "I'm gonna feel you too."

    "You are?" He grinned. "But I don't have...Ohhh..."

    "Yeah you do." I giggled softly. "Boys have tits too."

    I'd slid my hand under his t-shirt and I was rubbing his smooth
hairless chest, feeling his small male nipples hard and stiff. Josh used to
get the same way and I loved playing with his nipples. Pinching and kissing
them. Men were so sexy and they had no idea what girls liked about
them. That was always the funny part of it. They always imagine that
they're nothing but a cock, and that is such a small part of a man
really. Not the sexiest part at all and I was going to prove it to Ron. I
played with his chest while his hand found my bare breasts and we were
kissing again.

    "Take it off..." I breathed, sitting up awkwardly, lifting my arms so
Ron could pull my sweatshirt over my head.

    "You're beautiful." Ron told me, looking at me as I smiled at him,
naked from the waist up.

    "I wish." I giggled. "Give me your shirt now."

    I pulled his t-shirt over his head and that was better, even though the
straw was a little itchy and it stabbed into us sometimes. We were face to
face, my ripe young tits pressed flat against Ron's chest as we made out
some more, like we couldn't get enough kissing. My lips felt bruised and my
tongue was getting tired. I was out of practice, I thought, and I missed
Josh so much right then, but I didn't feel guilty. Ron really needed a
girl, I thought. I just wondered if we should go all the way or not. He
wasn't really acting crazy with lust the way Josh had the first time we'd
done it. I actually wondered if Ron was feeling my pheromones at all, like
maybe I wasn't making them anymore. Or maybe he was immune. Or maybe this
was just the way he was, sort of shy and slow and deliberate, but totally
sweet too.

    I pushed the questions out of my head, because I did tend to get a
little clinical, another gift from my mom probably. I could imagine her in
the throes of orgasm with my dad and stopping to take notes on exactly what
she was feeling. I sorta didn't want to be that bad, so I let it go and
just thought about Ron and how warm he was against me, and how his hand
felt as it moved up and down the gentle curve of my spine. How his mouth
tasted a little bitter, acrid maybe with his cigarettes. The way my nipples
itched and burned as they rubbed against his firm body.

    Oh yeah, all of that was nice, even the taste, and I was pressing my
hard cock against him, grinding a little as we lay on our sides. I wanted
to feel his arousal through our jeans. Feel his bulging hardness against my
own, because I always loved that. It wasn't any good though, too much
clothes between us. Thick denim and my panties and his underwear. We were
definitely gonna go all the way and he wasn't gonna say no. Not now, not
the way Ronnie was kissing me. Even if he didn't like my cock, I'd still
make it good for him. I'd suck him nice and that would be okay. That would
be just fine, I thought.

    "I wanna get naked." I giggled a little breathlessly and we were both
red faced and panting.

    "You do?" Ron widened his eyes and I kissed him cause it was so cute.

    "Oh yeah. I wanna go all the way with you."

    "But..." He licked his lips and I was already sitting up, going for his
boots first while I kicked off my sneakers, flipping my left one off with
my toe a little too hard and it slid over the edge of the loft.

    "Oops." I giggled and yanked his right boot off and then went to work
on his left.

    "Jen..." Ron breathed. "...Jennifer, I don't know if..."

    "There..." I stuck my tongue out at him, tossing his left boot aside
and I was unbuttoning his jeans. "...Come here...Lift your butt."

    I was laughing and my heart was going about a thousand miles an hour. I
wanted to feel his cock against me, hard and throbbing in my hands and
maybe even in my mouth. I'd give him his first blowjob ever and then,
Ohhh...We'd make love maybe. That would feel so good. I felt my asshole
tingle, I swear, and I hadn't had real sex since I'd left Josh.

    "Wait...Jen..." Ron was covering himself, even though he was still
wearing a pair of briefs, white men's underwear.

    "What?" I smiled, pulling his jeans off his feet, inside out as they
came down. "You don't have to be shy. I want to."

    "Yeah but..." He looked frightened or something and I knew why.

    "Oh." I frowned. "Dana told you, huh?"

    "What?" Ron narrowed his eyes and he was kind of pulled up into a ball,
hugging his knees to his chest like a little boy as he sat there in his
underwear.

    "About me." I frowned. "Or...Did Mr. Fox tell you?"

    "You mean that you have a..." He glanced down at my crotch and I had a
serious bulge, although my cock was softening right then as the mood
slipped away slightly.

    "Yeah." I nodded. "I have a cock, right? You know that?"

    "I know." Ron nodded. "Mr. Fox told me."

    "Why would he tell you that?" I frowned and I wasn't ashamed of it, I
never had been, but it seemed pretty personal all the same, obviously.

    "It's okay." Ron swallowed thickly. "Um, I don't mind. Can I...See it?"

    "You want to see it?" I looked at him. "I thought you don't want to."

    "No, I do." Ron told me. "I just...I'm really nervous, okay?"

    "Oh." I laughed and blushed a little, looking down then. "I was kinda
like raping you, huh?"

    "Ahhhh...A little." Ron laughed. "Maybe."

    "Sorry." I smiled at him and I started undoing my own pants.

    "Hey, if I don't get to say it..."

    "Yeah, okay. I'm not totally sorry." I stuck my tongue out and I was
pushing my jeans down my long legs slowly, exposing my creamy thighs and
the obvious lump of my semi-hard cock in my baby blue panties.

    "It's big." Ron blinked at my swollen bulge.

    "You haven't even seen it yet." I laughed. "Here..."

    I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pulled them down, lifting my butt
and then my feet, pulling the thin nylon all the way off and I was bare
naked now. I smiled, feeling a little shy maybe, and I took my cock in my
right hand, stroking it and feeling it responding, getting hard again. The
muscles swelled with blood as I rubbed it, sitting with my legs spread,
hiding nothing from Ron at all. My balls were right there, smooth and pink
and clean shaven because I'd never forgotten my mom and how she'd thought I
was too pretty down there to have hair. I shaved all my pubic hair, every
week.

    "It's really big." Ron licked his lips and he was staring at my cock as
if he'd never seen one before.

    Probably he just had a little one or something and I hoped he wasn't
gonna be really self-conscious or anything. Mom had given me a pretty big
dick and it looked even larger anyway cause the rest of me was a girl.

    "Let me see yours." I whispered, and I was nice and warmed up again,
hot for some real sex with a man.

    "Wait...Can we just kiss some more?" Ron asked me and I giggled.

    "Yeah, if you want." I sighed, lying down and reaching out to stroke
his thigh as the man moved, feeling his soft brown hair under my hand.

    I pulled Ronnie close, feeling my stiff cock against his taut stomach
while his lips found mine once more. I was rubbing his shoulder, feeling
his muscles while his hand went across my hips and around to feel the curve
of my ass. I moved closer, dragging my fingers along his back, down to were
his briefs started and I played with the elastic waistband, slipping my
fingers inside it and feeling his firm ass. I wanted to feel his cock too
and I moved my hand down to his left thigh, the one on top, and pulled his
leg up, so he could hook his foot behind my calves.

    Ron was tense, despite our closeness and our soft deep kisses. I was
wriggling my tongue inside his mouth when I reached between us, reaching
for his cock, and he jerked as if trying to get away from me.

    "Shhh...What's wrong?" I whispered. "It's okay, Ron. I want to make you
feel good."

    He blinked at me as my hand went between his thighs, to the front of
his underwear and I pressed my fingers against him. I looked into his eyes
and he closed them, frowning as I found nothing there, or at least nothing
manly. There was no cock, no balls either, and I moved slowly, hesitantly
as I watched his unhappy face. I swallowed hard, pushing my hand inside the
front of his underwear and I felt his soft pubic hair and then his sex, a
moist hot vagina. I must have gone stiff with surprise, or jerked away from
him slightly, or something.

    "Please...Don't be mad at me." Ron whispered and he was almost going to
panic, I thought.

    "You're a girl?" I asked and he opened his eyes, shaking his head
slowly.

    "No. I'm a boy." He told me. "I'm not sure why...I'm like you, see?"

    He was watching my face and expecting rejection, bracing himself for
it. He was just like me, except he was a boy with female genitals and my
mind was racing, wondering how it was possible. My mom and dad had told me
I was the only one. They'd made me special and there was no one else like
me in the world. Ron was like me though, not exactly, but the same. The
difference might seem large, but in reality it wasn't a very big difference
at all.

    "How did this happen?" I asked him and I was moving, using both hands
to pull his underwear off and his pussy was right there, beautiful and
female and utterly incongruous with the rest of him.

    "I don't know." Ron said. "I was always in hospitals, mostly. Or places
like this. I didn't really know I was...Different, until I was about
fifteen."

    "Really?" I smiled at that, but it made me sad too.

    "Nobody told me." He shrugged.

    "That's...Weird." I said.

    "I'm weird, huh?" Ron sounded as sad as he looked.

    "Me too, right?" I smiled at him. "No. We're not weird."

    I laid back down and kept some distance between us this time, not
because I didn't want to be close to the man, but because I wanted to touch
him. I rubbed his pussy gently, sliding my fingers along his slit which was
wet and hot, tropical it seemed to me, like a humid jungle, steaming and
exotic. I liked it a lot. I watched Ronnie's face as I touched him and then
felt his hand reaching for me.

    "Touch me." I smiled. "Does this feel okay?"

    "Yeah." He swallowed hard and wrapped his hand around my cock, pulling
it lightly, unsure of what he was doing exactly.

    "You're a good looking man, Ron." I told him. "You don't have to be shy
with me, okay?"

    "You think I'm still a man?" He closed his eyes for a long second until
I answered.

    "Oh yeah." I whispered. "This doesn't change who you are."

    "I want to believe you." Ron sighed and I kissed him, finding his
smallish clit and rubbing it gently, making his hips jerk with the pleasure
of it.

    I sucked his tongue wetly, swallowing our saliva and then chased it
back into his mouth, letting Ronnie do the same for me. His hand was nice
on my dick, big and soft, encircling me completely the way my own couldn't,
and he jerked me off while I played with his cunt. I found his labia, plump
and greasy, his sex getting really juicy now and the heat just seemed to
pour out of him. We were both into it, moving our bodies and moaning
softly, my nipples burned as they scratched his chest and I felt my cock
throbbing everytime Ron gave it a good hard squeeze.

    "I want to put it inside you." I breathed, licking across his open
mouth with my tongue.

    "I've never done it." He confessed. "I'm...A virgin."

    "So?" I giggled. "I'll still respect you after dinner."

    "Yeah, but..." He smiled at my little joke. "...Will it hurt?"

    "Oh." I blinked and then smiled. "You mean you have a hymen and
everything?"

    "Yeah." He nodded seriously. "I do. I've felt it before...Put your
finger in me. Inside, just a little."

    "Oh!" I gasped as I did just that, getting barely to the first knuckle
before I ran into a barrier. It wasn't very far inside him at all.

    "I don't care if it hurts, I just..." He laughed. "...Wish it
wouldn't. Sorta. I'm scared."

    "It's okay." I sucked my lips for a second, thinking this was gonna be
really cool, breaking Ronnie's cherry. "I'll be careful, okay? I've done it
before."

    "I feel..." He rolled his eyes. "...I wanna do it so bad."

    "Lay down." I told him, pushing Ronnie onto his back. "I'm going to
fuck you nice."

    "Fuck me?" He grinned. "Jesus."

    "Yeah. We're gonna fuck first." I decided, enjoying the way that word
sounded just then coming from my fifteen year old lips. "And then we'll
make love."

    "Alright." Ron said, looking up at me as I pressed my body between his
spread thighs.

    I reached down, taking my cock in my hand and I rubbed the smooth crown
up and down his slit. Ron was so wet already, I really didn't think I could
hurt him too much, but what did I know? I was a guy so far as having sex
went. It couldn't be any worse than anal sex though and I'd survived that
just fine. I'd even loved it, after the pain went away. I'd popped Dana's
cherry too and she hadn't complained, well, not after the first few times
anyway. She was a lot smaller than Ron probably was though, so this had to
be easier, right?

    "Hey." I said with a smile, feeling my cock find the tight wet hole
towards the bottom of his sex.

    "What?" Ron blinked at me.

    "You were made for this, okay?" I told him. "Your pussy, it wants my
cock, so just...Relax."

    "Heh." He chuckled and nodded. "I'll try."

    "I'm gonna kiss you." I decided. "It helps, believe me."

    "It doessmmphhh..." I pressed my mouth hard to his, forcing my tongue
between Ronnie's lips and then I pushed forward with my hips, splitting his
folds and driving my aching prick into the soft tissue of his hymen.

    I felt Ron go stiff and I held him tight, keeping my mouth over his and
not giving him any chance to get away. I felt him hot like a furnace and
slippery wet and his cherry seemed to stop me for a second as it
stretched. I grunted softly into the man's mouth and lunged forward again
to tear through it. He gave a muffled groan and Ron's whole body seemed to
spasm, like one big wince as I tore through the man's virginity, and then
it was over. I had half my cock inside him and I held us there, not moving
as I lifted my mouth.

    "Fuck..." He blinked at me. "...That kinda hurt a lot."

    "Does it still hurt?" I asked and Ron nodded slowly.

    "Like a cramp kinda." He smiled and took a deep breath. "Is that all of
it?"

    "No." I laughed softly. "It's barely halfway in."

    "Oh." He rolled his eyes. "It feels huge. My pussy is
like...Throbbing."

    "It feels good." I kissed him again. "You feel so good."

    I pushed again, but pulled back right away, moving in and out like I
used to when I'd fuck Josh sometimes. It felt awesome for me. Ron's pussy
was like, I don't know, he was so tight it almost hurt sometimes, but so
wet too. I thought I was in a buttery vise or something and I could have
kept my dick in there all day long if he'd let me. I was moving back and
forth, trying to be slow, to treat him gently like Ronnie deserved, but it
was amazingly hard not to just shove the length of my cock into the man's
cunt until I hit the bottom.

    "Ummm..." Ron was sucking his lips and he had his eyes closed, his legs
wrapped around my waist and his hands on my shoulders. It was nice like
that, the way he was starting to pull me into him, urging me to move a
little more. Faster and deeper, his pussy relaxing finally, the soft walls
getting used to me and I knew it was feeling good for him despite the pain
which never really went away. He'd wince occasionally, let out a low groan
or soft grunt if I went too quickly inside, but then he'd relax and nod and
I knew it was okay.

    We were fucking nice after just five minutes probably and I was going
to cum. I didn't want to, but it felt too good. My cockhead was just barely
reaching the bottom of his sex, I could feel it sometimes, a little
pressure or something, not distinct, but noticeable, and he'd take a sharp
little breath. I wondered if I was touching his cervix and I hoped so. The
idea sort of turned me on a lot and I found myself pushing a little harder
just to reach it everytime I went deep. Dana was the same way, even smaller
really, and I always touched bottom in her and she liked it.

    "I'm gonna cum soon..." I breathed. "...Fuck, you feel so good inside."

    "Yeah...Uh-huh...It feels good." Ron nodded. He was smiling and his
hazel eyes were shining. His face was pink too and we were both damp with
sweat while our bodies moved together easily. We really were made for this.

    "Do you..." I narrowed my eyes as a thought struck me.

    "W-What?" He breathed. "Don't stop...It feels good now."

    "No...Do you get periods?" I asked and I was still moving, feeling the
tension in my balls and I was going to cum any moment, any second now.

    "Yeah." He laughed weakly. "Of course."

    "Oh, man..." I closed my eyes and I could feel that pressure at the
base of my cock. "...What if you get pregnant?"

    "I don't care." He shook his head. "I wanna feel it...Please! Don't
stop...Cum inside me..."

    "Oh! God!" I shut my eyes tightly as I couldn't hold back any more.
My cock jerked hard as I thrust one last time into Ron's female sex,
instinctively wanting my cock as close to his eggs as possible. It felt too
good to try and pull out. I had to be deep inside him and I felt the man
squeeze me tightly, his own body seeming to contract with an almost violent
shudder and I realized he was cumming as well. I felt his pussy clamped
around my prick, like a wonderful hand massaging my cock and milking me for
every drop of sperm I could give him.

    Ron's hand was in my hair and he pulled me to a kiss, a deep hard
tongue fucking kiss to match the intensity of our sexual union. He was
filled with a frenzy of passion, a desperation it seemed, and I wondered
how his orgasm felt. It must have been really intense because the man was
writhing beneath me for a long minute at least, holding me so tightly I
could barely catch my breath.

    At the end of it he was laughing softly, giddy and almost high on pure
pleasure. Ron's eyes were shining and he was stroking my hair and body,
sliding his heels up and down along the back of my legs. I was still inside
him and still hard enough that my cock wasn't going to come out by itself.
If anything, my prick was growing stiff once more and I was just smiling,
unable to do anything else as Ron loved me.




    End of Part 09
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