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Two Birthday Stories
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

A pair of young girls in need and two horny boys eager 
to learn how to give pleasure - and you can write your 
own endings. (M/f-teen, mf-teens, youths, nc, rp, inc, 
1st)

***

Zoey Kurtis was one of those girls that many people 
envied. She was rich and beautiful, a talented singer 
and pianist, a first class swimmer and diver, and a 
very personable young lady. She was also, on the eve 
of her 16th birthday, a virgin. For the last couple of 
years she had dated widely and well, mostly from her 
own social class and had experimented with a few 
recreational drugs and some wine and beer. She had 
stroked a few cocks and had her breasts groped several 
times, but she was not eager to copulate.

So early on the morning of her birthday, she was 
surprised when her 20-year-old brother came into her 
room without permission, skinned off his pajama 
bottoms by her bed and then turned back the covers and 
got in beside her, a smile on his face and his prick 
very hard and erect. She saw it and blinked having 
seen many on the Internet. Her brother's hard member 
was hardly frightening, only about four or five inches 
and pretty thin, hardly anything to fear, her mind 
told her. She squealed. "What are you doing? Go away. 
Are you crazy?"

"You're legal," he said, pulling her to him and 
kissing her mouth roughly as he pulled up the short 
and frilly nightgown she wore, the top of a set of 
what were called babydolls by some. "So you might as 
well be useful instead of just decorative."

'Stop Jimmy," she pleaded after pushing him away and 
wiping her mouth.

"Come on, sweetie, somebody's got to be first. Might 
as well be me, right?" He rolled atop her and kneed 
her legs apart, smiling down at her stricken face, his 
rigid cock on her belly.

She swung at him and he grabbed her wrist and then 
somehow got both them in his grip above her head while 
he fondled and stroked her groin which she had kept 
nearly hairless because of her tight tank suit for the 
swim team. She felt a finger poking and then slipping 
into her vagina and arched back and kicked her feet. 
"No, don't," she gasped just before he covered her 
mouth with his and poked deeper, hurting her. She 
whimpered.

"You're dry, Sis, better give in and get ready to 
enjoy it. It's going to happen. I'm going to pop your 
cherry and pump you full of my jism. Ready?" He pulled 
her pillow down under her rump and rubbed his slick 
cockhead up and down her slit, trying to find her 
clitoris with his glans and then set his ram at her 
barely wet lips and pushed. "Hope you're not fertile 
right now."

Her brother had been initiated with a prostitute when 
he was fifteen, one of his father's many girls in 
fact, and he had been sexually active ever since but 
seldom enjoyed the same girl twice. His lovemaking 
was, to put it nicely, inadequate, abrupt and 
unsatisfying. He paid for most of his sex.

Zoey tensed every muscle she could find, gritted her 
teeth and closed her eyes, squeezing her thighs 
together. Since her brother's erect penis was barely 
five inches long and bent double in her vulva, he only 
succeeded in causing himself pain. He pulled it out, 
stroked it roughly and ejaculated on his sister's 
belly and left her there, mewling and tear-stained.

He went and told his father what he had done, was 
praised for the attempt and given some money. Zoey's 
father was impotent, had been for some time, so he 
knew he could not do what he thought should be done. 
Then he heard the lawnmower. He came out back and 
waved at me so I stopped the mower and he invited me 
inside.

"My daughter is sixteen today," he told me. "Do you 
know her?"

I shook my head.

"But you've seen her?"

I nodded and smiled.

"I wanted her deflowered. Understand?"

I was tempted to ask why but assumed it was some sort 
of family thing.

"I'll give you a hundred to take care of her, open her 
up, make love to her."

"I'll try," I told him as he peeled two fifties off a 
wad of bills. I could not recall ever having turned 
down an opportunity.

I found the lovely girl curled up in her bed, 
sniveling. Undressed quickly and sat down beside her. 
She looked up at me and then buried her face.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she mumbled to 
the pillow. "Oh, you're naked."

"We've met," I said. "Out back; you were sun bathing. 
Remember?"

She shook her head and turned over to look up at me. 
"How come you're naked?"

"My clothes are kind of sweaty."

"Are you going to, uh, you know, poke me?"

"Your father asked me to do it." I leaned down and 
kissed her lips gently.

She blinked at me. "He did?"

I nodded, kissed her again and turned back the covers. 
She was wearing a tiny and transparent top. Her 
breasts were shapely and pointed, excited I guess. I 
pulled it down and sucked one breast while and kneaded 
the other one.

"Don't," she gasped as I licked and nibbled, and then 
she put her hand behind my head and pressed my mouth 
to her tit.



Billy lay on his bed on Saturday morning, the day 
after his 13th birthday, his penis standing up proudly 
from his fuzzy groin. He looked down his fast-growing 
and well-muscled body at it and smiled, watching it 
quiver, proud of both its size and shape and the fact 
that, if he left it alone, it could stand there for 
ten minutes or so without further stimulation. He also 
knew that it could ejaculate straight up for a foot or 
more with a bit of manual encouragement. The boy had 
been working hard to develop his muscles and his 
penile power, doing Kegel exercises, lifting weights 
and masturbating vigorously at least twice a day. He 
could now stop his urine stream and hold it for ten 
seconds or more and do it several times. He closed his 
eyes, smiled and brought his plastic ruler to stand 
beside his rigid cock, pushed his erection next to it, 
raised his head and squinted.

"Damn," he said aloud. "Damn, damn, damn. It's still 
only six inches. Shit!"

The boy was disappointed and he tensed his belly to 
try to get the domed head to rise. He had measured it 
at the beginning of the summer, after a growth spurt 
that had him wearing size nine shoes, and he had been 
growing steadily, arms and legs as well as weight, but 
his stupid penis was just five inches back then and 
just a fraction over six now. "Damn." He smacked it 
with the ruler, rolled out of bed, found his favorite 
sock and stroked his prick until he felt his juices 
flowing.

Then he clamped down on his PC muscles, held his rigid 
penis firmly at its thick base and stumbled to the 
bathroom, released his pressure and ejaculated with a 
cry of relief. He splatted two thick ropes on the 
tiled wall as he milked his member and then two more 
down the length of the bathtub, turned on the shower 
and got in to wash off the evidence and sooth his sore 
manhood.

Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, he sat and ate his 
breakfast, feeling inadequate. All the pictures he saw 
in the Internet showed boys and men with immense 
cocks, both long and thick, servicing females, pricks 
eight, ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. 

Brazzers' samples were his favorites most days. His 
all-time favorite was a girl called Mina sucking a 
man's 12-incher although that tool was not very thick. 
There was one he often looked at of a girl sucking a 
boy's upright cock and then climbing up to impale 
herself. That was what he wanted. His was, he was now 
sure, stunted and he would never get laid. There were 
ads for creams and devices, all of which were, he 
knew, false. He had been doing some stroking, jelqing 
as it was called, but decided it had no effect as many 
men had reported.

Into the kitchen trotted his sister's friend Amy, a 
buxom youngster of sixteen who did not believe in bras 
but did exercises she was sure were better for her, 
push-ups and muscle-tensing that lifted her heavy 
bosom and strengthened her pectorals. Boys approved 
widely because Amy had a fine, soft, jiggling pair 
that were fun to watch, especially when she ran.

"Where is she?" Amy asked.

"Went with her mother, school clothes shopping I 
think."

"Shoot, I overslept." She pouted nicely and plunked 
herself down on the boy's lap and snorted, bouncing 
and licking her lips when she felt his cock tense.

Billy hugged her and mashed her pillow-soft boobs to 
his chest and she lifted her face to be kissed.

"How long we got?" she asked, wiggling.

He shook his head.

"Till they get back?"

"Oh, hour maybe, not sure."

'Then we've got lots of time. Come on, Billy, I want 
you to bonk me, to be my very first."

"Whoa," he said, excited and surprised. "How old are 
you?"

"Same as your sister, sixteen, I'm just shorter and my 
boobs are bigger. Aren't they nice?" She lifted one 
up, almost out of her shirt.

He smiled and nodded. "And you want me to pop your 
cherry?"

She nodded vigorously and smiled. "But I really don't 
have one on account of gymnastics."

Billy, like Amy, was a virgin. He had thought about it 
a lot, even decided who would be his first, his extra 
cute sister, but here was opportunity not just 
knocking but begging. "OK," he said, standing up and 
getting her off his lap. He put his dish in the sink, 
took her hand and led her up to his room.

She looked around and then blinked at him. "I'm 
scared."

He pulled her cut-off t-shirt over her head and smiled 
as her jugs bobbled, their tiny nipples obviously 
hard, standing up and pointing outward.

"We'll do whatever you want," he said, stripping off 
his shorts and underwear.

Amy screamed, backed up and fell on his bed, sobbing. 
"Oh," she cried, "it's so big, so awful."

Billy smiled and pulled off her little white shorts 
and lacy thong. Her pussy was bare, smooth and 
hairless, and he ducked his head and kissed it, just 
the way he had seen men do on the porn sites. Amy 
buried her hands in his hair, closed her eyes and 
moaned as his tongue probed and licked.

"Don't hurt me," she begged as Billy stood and stroked 
her bulging labia with his prick until it was slick 
with their juices.

"Let me," she said as she leaned back on the side of 
his bed, spread her legs and took his blood-hot rod in 
her fingers and pressed its pebbled head into her 
virginal vagina.

Billy gasped and stopped breathing.

"Ah," sighed Amy as her labia closed around his glans. 
"You're in. It really feels good." She wrapped him in 
her legs, put her heels on his butt and pushed. Billy 
shoved her up on the bed and, still in her, climbed up 
and got to work, eager to find relief and feel the 
girl climax under him. He reared up and watched her 
soft breasts jar back and forth with his thrusts up 
into her tight and rippling vagina, his fist by her 
ears.

He felt his balls tense and then throb and pumped his 
jism into her with his teeth clenched and eyes closed.

"No, no!" the girl gasped, "Don't! Son't!" She wiggled 
away and tried to crawl off the bed but Billy was 
quicker and stronger and got back into her from 
behind, up on his toes, knees bent as he rammed and 
rammed, while Amy clawed at the sheets and blubbered.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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