Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 15:04:16 +0800 From: Teddy Severe 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 rache696@yahoo.com