There I was, still thirteen, but I was a freshman at high school, though I would soon be fourteen. I didn't know why my mother wanted a big birthday party for me, but I absolutely rejected the idea, except for a few of my best friends, my parents, and my grandparents.
Of course, among my best friends there were also guys who knew nothing about my money, those who were polite enough to mention that they were taking money from a guy for oral sex to give to a girl, and those who only asked for a blowjob. I have to say, both were quite a challenge.
Two days after school started, the doorbell rang after I had come home and wasn't expecting any visitors, but there were three boys standing there. I knew two of them: Andy, who was a senior, Dave, a junior, and a third I didn't know.
I hugged Andy and Dave. "So, do you two want a blowjob today?" I smiled. Andy was working a few days at a restaurant and earning good tips. Dave was a lifeguard and would be working for a few more weeks before the pool closed.
“Of course,” Dave said. “I didn’t have one all summer, except for two, once on the Fourth of July and once on Labor Day. So, this is Hans. He’s an exchange student from Wiesbaden. He doesn’t know how to suck a cock. We want to show him how it’s done.”
“Exactly,” said Andy. “Dave speaks a little German, but we think a demonstration by Dave and me would get it across.”
“Yes, the computer says something like, ‘Do you give a hand?’ It’s like, ‘You’re giving me a blowjob,’” said Andy.
"So, are you ready to give Dave a blowjob first, and then me?"
“Sure,” I said. “I needed to buy new clothes and stuff.” When should I start? I grinned as Dave gestured for Hans to stand in front of him.
“Now,” Dave said, opening his pants, letting them fall, and his penis sprang out. His penis was perhaps a little over ten centimeters long, but thick.
Of course, I placed my pillow in front of Dave, whom I'd given head to three or four times in the past two years. While Dave and Andy smiled, I pulled off my school shirt and dropped to my knees. Then I slipped my right hand inside Dave's cock and slid it into my mouth to suck him. I showed off a little, sucking on his balls, running my lips down his shaft, and taking the pink head into my mouth to speed up, knowing he was close to coming. There was no question Dave would spit out his cum—he would swallow it.
"Looks good, Dave," Andy said, his belt already loose and his zipper down. From the corner, I saw Dave pause as I watched Dave's cheeks swallow my semen.
Andy laughed. "Okay, it's my turn," he said as I took my mouth away from Andy's shrinking penis. In a flash, Dave and Andy switched places as I took Andy's 15-centimeter penis into my mouth and began sucking on it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Andy's cheeks rise and fall as I brought his cock to a hard-on, waiting for him to come. A minute later, he came as I began to swallow his semen. As always, a great taste.
As I pulled my mouth away from Andy's limp penis, Hans laughed. "You're giving me a blowjob." "Miss, will you suck me one too?"
“Yes,” I said. “You’ll be the first German I suck.” I remained kneeling on the cushion.
“No. “Gretchen, to my house,” said Hans, smiling.
"Anyway," I said. "Take off your pants and underwear."
Hans looked at me, smiled, and began to pull down his trousers. As his waist revealed his underwear and boxer shorts, I saw the tip of a penis emerge. It glistened like a bright pink spear, dripping with pre-cum. It must have been at least 14 centimeters long, maybe more. I immediately and without hesitation took it inside me and then began to slide his penis between my lips and mouth. It was fast, but pleasurable. He groaned, "That's good! Very good!" I estimated that Hans had his penis in my mouth for about three minutes before he groaned, "I'm coming."
His enormous penis flooded my mouth. "Shit," I managed to say. This is going to be interesting! I stood up and swallowed five times. Hans held out his hand and shook it. He stood close to me, speaking in a low voice.
"Okay. My English is good. I just like to stick to the 'QT', as they say. I'd like to talk to you, just you and me. Okay?" I stood still, and it felt like an eternity.
"What do you want to talk about, other than me giving you a blowjob?" I asked.
"Hazel, I have to tell you that my family is very rich. You've obviously heard of Junkers. And that doesn't mean 'junk'."
“I’ve heard about that,” I said. “What’s going on?”
My parents and some others know that in Germany and Austria, not to mention several other countries, efforts are underway to revive Nazi ideology. Many people, including those in Europe, the USA, and other countries, are working toward this goal. My parents and others are working to prevent a repeat of what happened in Europe in 1942. Perhaps children our age can learn about what is happening right now.
"Sounds bad. But what can be done?" I asked.
“Making sure everyone gets what they need,” Hans replied.
"That sounds like a good idea," I replied.
"Ah. I'd like to fuck you soon," said Hans.
"Uh, that's not really what we do here," I said. "I offer blowjobs, not sex."
"Nevertheless, I would like to fuck you. You are a very pretty girl."
"Thank you." Even as Hans said that, I wondered if he was actually going to fuck me. The only guy I'd ever slept with before was Jerry. Sure, I'd given blowjobs to a few guys, but I was pretty sure Hans wasn't going to put his dick in my pussy.
Two days later, the doorbell rang. My parents were at work, Jerry now had a part-time job, and I had to open the door. It was Hans. "May I come in?" Hans said.
"Sure. Why not?" I asked, looking at the very handsome Hans. I glanced down at his crotch. It really did look like Hans had an erection.
I smiled at him. Without thinking, I said, "Let's go to my room. Okay?"
"Oh, very good, of course," Hans said, smiling. Without thinking, I held out my hand to Hans, and he took it. I sat down on my bed and patted the seat next to me. Hans immediately sat down beside me. "Very nice," he said, and took my hand again.
“Thank you,” I said. “But no sex for a while,” I replied.
“Oh, soon, I think,” Hans said, putting his arm around me and his hand on my shoulder. Then he turned his face to mine and kissed me. Unlike with some other boys, his tongue immediately came out and began kissing me. Deeply and probingly, and I couldn't do anything but return that deep kiss. The thought flashed through my mind that Hans was going to sleep with me and that Mom had prescribed me the pill.
The kiss seemed to last forever, but I found myself falling deeper and deeper under his spell as we kissed. I was wearing a pink blouse and blue shorts. I was glad I was wearing a bra today, and that my panties were normal, not the bikini or thong I sometimes wore, especially around Jerry. But Hans grabbed the hem of my blouse, and within seconds he had pulled it off and thrown it to the other side of my bed. The kiss paused for a moment, allowing Hans to reach behind me and grab my bra hooks. "No, Hans."
"But of course, dear Hazel. Now that your two hooks are loose, please be so kind as to place your lovely frilly bra on the other side of your bed." Hans smiled and tossed my bra aside. "Ah, do me the honor of unbuckling my belt, zipper, and button. Would you do that?"
Almost dazed, I nodded as my hands worked on Hans's trousers. I could clearly see that I was now only wearing my shorts and briefs. Hans had his shirt on when, without thinking, I began to pull down his jeans. I stood up to take off his jeans, and then, without thinking, pulled off his boxer shorts. "How thoughtful," Hans said as his shorts were removed along with my briefs.
Hans smiled again. He lay down on my bed with his back to the floor, his penis pointing straight up. "No blowjob now, Hazel," he said. "Just take it in your mouth and suck on it for a few seconds until it's wet, okay?"
I did it, grabbed his balls and bounced up and down three times. "Now, sweet Hazel, hold my cock so you can lower yourself, hold my shoulders and let my cock devour your sweet pussy."
"Hans. I... I don't want to..."
“Of course you want that, Hazel. You want me to love you. You want my cock inside you. You want to feel my cock explode when I come. That’s why you feel as good as I do.” Even as Hans said this, he lifted me up to drop me onto my own bed, and then down again as I took control and started bouncing on his huge, bulbous mushroom cock, which I’d already seen three times. In a flash, I knew I was going to see and feel that cock more than once. Hans was taking control for me, and I liked the idea of bouncing on Hans’s cock.
"He's coming. My cock is offering you my sperm." And it did. Only Jerry and Cody had given me sperm before. Now there was a third, and I knew Hans would take my sperm as often as he wanted. Hans gave a short, friendly laugh. "Oh yeah. Soon." He was right. He lay on his back, his arms wrapped around me, his hands holding me down at first, until his cock felt like a baseball bat inside my pussy. But it felt good.
"Oh, Hans, what are you doing for me? It feels amazing. Like a baseball bat filling my pussy. OH! I came. I had an orgasm! Oh! Hans! What are you doing for me!"
"I'm coming!" Hans said joyfully. Finally, he gently lifted me from the bed. My legs stretched out as Hans dipped his hand inside me, pulled it out, and showed me the white semen. "Look! Taste your own juices and my semen!"
I did it. I looked at Hans and knew that I would do anything, anywhere, just to be near him.
The first thing that happened was that the number of teenage boys who had previously received a blowjob from me dwindled. Hans allowed me to continue giving blowjobs to a few boys, but usually it was me giving Hans a blowjob. Also, I usually gave Hans a blowjob at his house, in his room. Most of the time, though, I wasn't giving Hans a blowjob; he was having sex with me. Since I lived nearby and Hans's parents usually didn't show up before seven or seven-thirty, it was pretty easy for Hans and me to have sex several times a week.
So I got used to undressing myself first and then Hans so I could play with his cock until he nodded toward the bed, allowing me to lie on top of him and him to let us have sex. This almost led to a breakup after I finally decided to be his lover, or concubine, or even slut. Hans smiled about it and kissed me before we got into the doggy-style position. "Hazel, on your bed, spread your legs. I'll put some lube on your sweet ass and then some more on my cock. Then I'll slowly slide my cock into your pussy so we can really have some fun," Hans said, while I slowly considered it.
"You mean you want to fuck me in the ass?" I asked, half convinced.
"Well, you could say that," replied Hans. "But it will be alright, I promise."
“Okay,” I replied as Hans positioned himself, while I felt his large cock penetrate my now fourteen-year-old rosebud, which I couldn't see. At first it was tight, but then it became more comfortable.
“You’re good?” asked Hans, since I had already learned some German.
“Yes,” I replied. “Go.” I felt Hans penetrate me deeper. “It really didn’t hurt. It’s just… big!” Hans laughed at that. And that’s exactly what his cock did—it thrust into my ass, back and forth,
while I began to accept my ass as my pussy and Hans's huge cock. I thought I needed to learn more about sexual contact, even though I thought I already had.
When Hans arrived, because I had gotten everything out of him that he could handle, he withdrew and kissed me. I returned the favor. "You'll like this again," he said.
"Are you sure?" I asked, even though I saw his tail beginning to rise.
“Of course. Your cock will just slide right in. You’ll love it,” Hans said. He was right. Over the next month, Hans wanted to fuck my ass once a week and my pussy twice a week, not to mention a blowjob or two. Somehow, I managed to say “yes” and maybe give him a blowjob or two every two weeks. On the other hand, I jerked off a few guys when I told them my period was coming. Like many of my friends, I knew that men just didn’t understand what men really wanted.
Anyway, everyone knew I was Hans's girlfriend and off-limits to any guy who wanted a date with me. Even in class, the boys would smile at me or even ask me out. I always politely said "no." If there was a chance of a "yes," I found ways to avoid the persistent guy. I just hung out with Hans, kissed him in public, and didn't even notice when Hans slipped his hand under my top or even under my skirt if I was wearing one.
Around that time, Hans and I entered his house and went straight to his bedroom. He had his own bathroom, which I now used as well. This time, however, I had brought a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste. I also had one of my bras and two pairs of panties with me, a regular bra and a thong. That's how intertwined I was with Hans. I tried to figure out how I could sneak in a pair of jeans and one or two tops.
That didn't matter, of course. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste in Hans' bathroom, while my bra and panties were hidden behind Hans's underwear. Then Hans and I undressed each other and lay down on his bed. Hans, with his 6-inch cock, looked up at me. Wordlessly, I positioned myself over his cock to slide down and fuck myself. "I'm about to come," Hans said when he came seconds later. We both lay there and kissed until Hans was hard again. "Turn around, Hazel," he said. I smiled and turned onto my stomach. Then I spread my legs so Hans could insert his cock into my asshole. "Ah, yes," he said as I felt his cock slide in. Soon he was all the way down and started thrusting into my ass. "Oh, so good, my darling Hazel," Hans said as I hugged a pillow until he said, "Oh, I'm coming." We turned around, hugged, and talked about love until I had to get dressed and go home with my bra and bikini bottoms in my purse. I thought how great it was for a guy like Hans to be his girlfriend. That made me smile.
Arriving home, I got ready for bed after saying goodnight to my parents. Once in bed, I smiled at the thought of Hans and me. I was wearing one of my father's old shirts, which hung down to my knees. Without thinking, I pulled off my panties. My right hand slid to my vagina, and I began fingering my lips before slipping a finger inside and starting to rub myself. Soon, I was breathing heavily as I spread my legs. All I could think about was Hans and his 18-centimeter cock, first inside my pussy and then penetrating my asshole. I whispered softly, "Oh, Hans, fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh, it feels so good to put your beautiful cock inside me." Soon, my masturbation culminated in an orgasm, a climax, as my hand realized I was wet, very wet. Finally, I fell asleep thinking about sucking Hans's wonderful cock.
The next afternoon, I was at the mall. I was looking at the window displays of a department store. It had some very narrow aisles that looked like the perfect place for a couple to quickly kiss or just be romantic. I noticed a section with long dresses. There, visible to me, were Hans and an eighth-grader I knew from last year, Amy Lawrence.
I watched in horror and anger as Hans placed one hand on Amy's shoulder and, with the other, lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, lovingly exploring her spread legs. "Amy, that's enough," Hans said quietly. "My parents aren't home. We can go, just the two of us."
"Do you want to, Amy?" Hans asked. "I know your breasts must be beautiful. I want to see them. Is that okay?"
I heard Amy say, "Yes, Hans. That would be nice. But is it true that your thing is really big?" I gasped.
"That's it, Amy. I know you can enjoy many pleasures with my cock." With that, Hans took Amy's hand and led him away. I had no doubt that Amy would feel Hans's 18-centimeter-long cock later that same day.
I left the mall, fighting back tears as I headed home. It wasn't five minutes before a car honked and I heard, "Hey, Hazel. It's me, Aaron. Need a ride?" I turned around and saw Jerry's cousin. I walked to the curb while Aaron rolled down the passenger window. "What do you think?"
"Probably, Aaron," I said.
"Get in. Where do you want to go?"
I looked at Aaron, opened the passenger door, closed it again and said:
"You know, Aaron, what I'd really like to do right now is go somewhere with you and fuck me. Not with a blowjob, but with a real cock in my pussy. And then maybe with a blowjob."
"Wow. Did something bad happen? Tell me. I know where you live."
"That would be nice, Aaron." I was at the mall when I saw Hans and an eighth-grader named Amy Lawrence making out in the women's department. Hans had pulled Amy's panties up to her crack. She was wearing bikini bottoms, and Hans had his hand inside them.
"I think I just broke up with Hans," I said.
“That could be a good idea,” Aaron said. “There were rumors that Hans is a real ladies’ man.”
"I thought we were a committed couple," I said. "But yes, if you want to sleep with me, that would be okay."
“Let’s go,” Aaron said. With that, Aaron pulled away from the curb, where I could see he was heading toward his house. It took no more than ten minutes. Aaron turned into a driveway, stopped, turned off the engine, jumped out, ran around his car, opened the door, and took my hand to lead me into his room.
"So," Aaron said. "Are you serious about us making love?"
“Yes, Aaron. Maybe just once, but I really want to dump Hans. I mean, Amy Lawrence is thirteen and Hans is seventeen. I'd say we have sex now and then see what happens later.” Okay?”
In Aaron's room, he closed the door and then took my hand again. I smiled at him, then dropped to my knees, right on his carpet, quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and then his boxers, so that his obviously hard cock sprang out. I immediately took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. He didn't last long—maybe a minute—before he murmured, "I'm about to come, Hazel." I swallowed his load, then a second, and a weak third.
I stepped back to undress before Aaron sat on his bed to take off his pants and boxers. He removed his shirt and undershirt while I had already started undressing. "You look really good, Hazel," Aaron said as I took off my top and bra, then my shorts and regular panties. Aaron hugged me and then led me to his bed. We lay down together and started kissing. I was kind of expecting the "Wam bam, thank you, ma'am" joke, but Aaron put his arms around me and we started caressing and exploring. Unlike many other men, he found my clitoris almost immediately.
“Anytime, Aaron,” I said before he led me to his bed and followed me inside. It took another minute or two before Aaron rolled onto me and supported himself as he inserted his penis into my very wet vagina. That took maybe three minutes before he came. I kissed Aaron. “Thank you,” I said.
"You're welcome," he replied. "If you'd like another session, let me know." If you're willing to wait another ten minutes, we can do an encore if you like.
“I’d like an encore,” I replied. So we did it, this time for longer, me on my hands and knees and Aaron behind me between my legs. We talked while we had sex. I enjoyed it very much.
We both got dressed; Aaron drove me home, where we kissed in the car. "If you want to do it again, Aaron, let me know. You love yourself very much."
“Thanks, Hazel. “I’ll let you know.” Aaron did so a week later.
Meanwhile, the doorbell rang the day after Hans and Amy, and it was Hans. "Here are your things," he said. I took the paper bag and looked inside.
Yes, a toothbrush and toothpaste, two pairs of panties and a bra.
Two weeks later, I learned that Hans had left school. The next day, Aaron called me and invited me to one of the best restaurants in town.
Of course I accepted. His parents were out of town the next day because of a relative's wedding.
Aaron and I spent the night together, cuddling naked and making love four times.
